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from intimate anatomy. They discussed art and passion, which was practically her entire life, but they didn’t delve into their respective dirty secrets.
    He didn’t know she knew about her parents’ mutual affairs and the broken wine glasses every night in the formal dining room. She didn’t divulge her years of flirting with the razor and letting Dana’s brother and his older, creepy friends feel her up in the dark of their home theater in an attempt to feel connected to someone.
    Lynn didn’t know his history or any of his dirty secrets. She didn’t know if he laid awake at night, wondering what happened to his stage livelihood or if some trampy actress, hellbent on success, had danced her stilettos across the bare tendons of his heart. She wanted to know these secrets, wanted to forge something beautiful out of their mutual brokenness. Every actor, the ones who really sold themselves to the craft, was broken.
    But the simple fact was they didn’t—and couldn’t—share these snippets of their lives, no matter how badly she wanted it.
    Ophelia probably killed it all. He probably was going to punish her with Chorus Member Number 87. She still couldn’t bring herself to look at the cast list and watch her future unravel under the newly sculpted nose of her mortal enemy.
    “Lynn. Lynn .”
    She blinked and shook herself back into the present. “Hmm?”
    “You okay? You keep spacing.”
    “Sorry, long night last night.” Lynn spied the cast list on Matthew’s door, and actively ignored it. “I’m terrified I shot myself in the foot over this audition and freaking Aria Levens is going to take my spot. Because that’s my role, Dana. He called me…”
    “I know. It was so sweet.” Dana leaned against the wall with a sigh. “It’s seriously the most romantic thing ever. You two are like the modern day Romeo and Juliet, where he’s Leo DiCaprio and you’re whatshername—“
    “Claire Danes.”
    “Whatshername Danes and you two are doomed to have this passionate love affair that can never truly be. It’s all wonderfully tragic. Now go look at the fucking cast list.”
    “Wow, Dana. Thanks. That makes me feel so much better.”
    She shrugged. “I’m a sucker for tragedies. Oliver said it was totally endearing because of my otherwise sweet and perfect disposition. He likes the juxtaposition of my interests. Isn’t that the most adorable thing ever?”
    “It really is.”
    “Hey.” Dana gave her a tight hug. “You are a million times the actress Slutface could ever hope to be. And that man has to be crazy about you. Look at you! I’m certain he has to say hundreds of Hail Marys every single day to purge you from his soul.”
    “Or he hates me.”
    “Nobody hates you.”
    “You’ve known me since we were in pull-ups and pigtails. Everyone hates me.”
    Dana grabbed her by the shoulders and squeezed. “No, baby girl. Not everyone is your asshole parents or my jackass brother’s friends, okay? You are incredible. We wouldn’t be besties destined to watch our asshole great grandkids squander their inheritance while we get wasted in the Caribbean with our pool boys if you weren’t the best goddamn thing to happen to me. And I’m pretty fucking awesome. Give the poor guy some slack. It’s dangerous. Danger is sexy, but it also doesn’t pay the bills.”
    Lynn exhaled and dabbed at her eyes. “Don’t make me cry before I have to face the wicked witch.”
    Dana kissed her cheek. “Have faith, Juliet. This is your story, no one else’s. Now go in there with your head held high and own whatever comes your way. If that whatever happens to be Aria Levens, I’ll help you kill her.”
    “I love you to the grave.” Lynn hugged her tight and kissed her on the cheek, leaving a pink sparkling mark. “Tell Oliver he’s got some serious competition.”
    “Ah, right.” Dana straightened her shirt and clasped her hands in front of her chest, very professional looking. “He wants me to inform you