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Ghosted by J.M. Darhower (31)

Clifford Caldwell, it turns out, is an inconsiderate, egotistical jerk.

You show up for your appointment. You’re early, but not too early. You have everything they request—headshots, resume, and demo reel. You spent money you shouldn’t have spent buying a new outfit, and you look good.

When the time comes, the secretary leads you to Clifford’s office. It’s clean, classy, with glass walls and a view that overlooks Hollywood. Clifford sits behind a sleek metal desk, typing on his phone. The secretary hands him your folder as you sit down across from him.

He doesn’t greet you, opening the folder and glancing inside. Thirty seconds, that’s all he takes before shoving the folder back at you. “No.”

That’s it. He says no. He doesn’t even watch your demo reel. You grab your things and get up to leave. “Can I ask why?”

Clifford looks up. “Are you certain you want to hear that answer?”

He tells you there’s nothing to you. Your headshots are generic. Your resume reads like a thousand others that have crossed his desk. Sure, you can probably act, but what he’s looking for is an attention-grabber, someone he can make a star, but you? At most, you’re just an amateur.

Those words rip out a piece of your soul.

You’ve heard them before.

When you make it home, the apartment feels smaller than usual. You toss the folder in the trashcan in the kitchen and crack open the bottle of whiskey you spent your last few dollars on.

You drink. You get drunk.

You turn on the TV to discover the cable has been shut off. Neither of you paid the bill last month.

You drink some more. You get even drunker.

It’s pushing ten o’clock when she gets home from a long shift at the diner. You’ve spent the past two hours sitting alone, in the dark, thinking about how disappointed she’s going to be when she finds out.

Despite working all day, she’s happy, and smiling, but that comes to a screeching halt when she turns on the kitchen light. She catches a glimpse of the folder in the trash and whispers, “No.”

You’ve nearly drained the entire whiskey bottle. You guzzle the last of it when she looks at you. Shoving to your feet, you stagger over and drop the empty bottle in the trash, right on top of the folder. Your breathing is shaky. Your eyes are bloodshot. She looks at you with disgust. It’s because you’re drunk, because you can barely stand up, but nothing could convince you that she isn’t disgusted because you’re a failure. A waste of a life.

“I’m sorry,” you say as you caress her cheek, but she smacks your hand away. She doesn't want you to touch her. Turning away, you stagger to the bedroom, saying, “I’ll get a job tomorrow.”

She doesn’t come to bed. The next morning, when you wake up, she’s already gone. She dug your folder out of the trash and set it on the counter.

You don’t touch it.

You go job hunting. You apply everywhere. Weeks pass. Nothing. Because your pride hasn’t already taken a big enough hit, she gets a second job since you can’t seem to find anything.

She doesn’t even tell you. You find out one night when she never comes home. You thought she was dead in a ditch somewhere. She says you’re overreacting. It’s just a part-time job at a corner store. You tell her it’s dangerous, but she shrugs it off. Night shift pays more.

Three weeks later, she’s robbed.

A guy points a gun at her. He wants everything in the cash register. Because that’s not enough, he takes her purse, too. He could’ve taken her life, but after it’s over, she’s more worried about the money he stole from her.

Something happens to you in that moment.

You hit your breaking point.

You’re sitting on your couch with your head down. She’s in the bedroom, talking on your cell phone. She has to borrow yours since hers was in her purse. Her voice is hushed. She doesn’t want you to overhear her conversation.

She steps out a few minutes later, handing you the phone back. Her eyes are bloodshot, face flushed. She’s been crying.

“He’s wiring the money,” she says. “It’s in your name.”

She called her father. She asked him for help. The rent is due. So is the electric. She had all the money in her purse. She got paid that afternoon. She hasn’t asked him for a single thing in over a year. He’s barely spoken to her, except to tell her they’d be there when she realized loving you was a mistake.

You think it’s coming. Your pride is gone. Your dream is fading. You think you’re losing her, too.

It’s hard to say when you make the decision. Hard to pinpoint the moment you fall so far.

Can you remember the first lie you told? The first time you smiled in her face while deceiving her?

You tell her you found a job. You didn’t. But you’re an extraordinary actor, so you convince her. You tell her you’re valeting cars, and money starts coming in. Tips are nice, you say. Some nights, people are extra generous.

In reality, you’re stealing. Stealing money. Stealing things. It weighs heavy on your conscience, so you start drinking more.

Liquid courage.

You’re caught one night, though—caught rifling through a car by none other than Clifford Caldwell. Happenstance put you there. You don’t run. No, you start talking. You tell him he left his headlights on, and you were just turning them off before they killed the battery. You’re so convincing he thanks you. He pulls out his wallet and tips you. You turn to leave when his voice calls out.

“Have we met before?” he asks. “You seem familiar.”

You hesitate before telling him, “We met once.”

“Refresh my memory.”

“My girlfriend was your waitress. She got an appointment for me. You called me an amateur after thirty seconds.”

“Ah, the girl from the diner?” he asks. “I remember her. She spoke highly of you. I could tell she believed every word. Made me want to meet the actor she said was, and I quote, ‘way too good for even you, Mr. Caldwell’.”

You laugh. “She said that?”

“She did,” he says. “And I must say, you’re a decent actor. You’re a natural, very convincing when you speak. So convincing, in fact, you almost made me forget my headlights were automatic.”

You know you’re busted as soon as he says that.

You pull the money from your pocket—the twenty he tipped, as well as the thick stack of cash you found in a Manila envelope hidden in the car’s glove box. You hold it all out to him. He looks quite surprised, but he waves it off. "Keep it, if you need it."

You pocket it once more.

“Monday morning. Eight-thirty. My office.”

“Excuse me?”

“We'll give it another try,” he says. “Be there.”

You go home to share the news, but the apartment is empty—she’s working tonight at the diner. So you wait until she makes it home in the middle of the night, and you tell her he’s giving you another chance. You tell her you ran into him when you were working. You pick her up and swing her around, excited. You’re happy, and you’re sober. It’s been a while since those things coincided.

You don’t know this, and it’s something she’ll never dare admit, but that woman? She already knew your news. She knew Clifford Caldwell decided to give you another chance, because he showed up at the diner for coffee afterward. He told her everything, including how he caught you stealing. And then he told her if she wanted you to be successful, if she wanted to help your chances, he knew a way to make that happen: all she had to do was take off her clothes. And that woman? She didn’t hesitate… nope, not at all… didn’t hesitate to pour hot coffee right on that pig’s crotch. Seriously, what a jerk!!!

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