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caught on her seatbelt latch and the whole thing tumbled forward, the contents spilling on the car floor.
    Heather cursed as she began shoving items back in her bag. This was totally a sign that she should clean out her purse more often. Did she really need three packs of gum and four different flavors of lip-gloss? Not to mention the random papers and trash and empty pill bottles.
    Her hand closed around her birth control pills container—her empty birth control pills container—and she cursed again.
    “What’s wrong now?” Lexie asked, pointing her cell phone light toward the floor so Heather could see what she was doing.
    Heather held up her pill container. “I was supposed to pick up my refill today and I forgot. Can you go?” She’d already missed starting her pack by a day. Maybe two. She didn’t quite remember. Mostly she used them to regulate her period these days anyway, since sex wasn’t in her recent repertoire.
    “Of course. At your pharmacy back in Bel Air?”
    “Yeah. Do you mind?” Heather felt awful. It would be more than an hour round trip. “I’m really sorry.”
    Lexie shrugged. “No problem. Can you manage the check-in without me?”
    Heather considered. “I’m sure I can figure it out. Just be back to pick me up when we’re done with the intros, which should be around eleven.”
    “Then I’ll see you at eleven.”
    “Cool.” Heather opened the door and stepped outside of the car, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
    “Don’t let anyone call you a bitch,” Lexie called after her.
    Heather rolled her eyes but smiled before she shut the door behind her.
    At the entrance of the Broad Stage, she was greeted by a member of the stage crew she recognized from previous years, though she couldn’t recall her name. The tag on her breast pocket displayed it as a reminder. Oh, Vera. That was it.
    Vera led Heather through the sign-in process. First, she took her picture against a black backdrop for the programs and together they composed a short bio. Then there was the equity paperwork that, had she been there instead of driving off to Bel Air, Lexie would have filled out. Heather struggled through it herself, asking for a new form when she’d written down the real year she’d been born instead of the one she kept on file with Actor’s Equity. It was pathetic how much she relied on her assistant.
    Throughout check-in, Heather kept her eyes on the people roaming the theater. Though she wouldn’t admit it aloud, she was searching for Seth. His call time had been earlier and he was likely already there, probably backstage. Still, she couldn’t stop hoping he’d pop up in the lobby. She wanted to see him again in the worst way. Wanted to see if that weird attraction she had for him was really as strong as she remembered, or if she’d heightened its intensity in her mind.
    But the only people she encountered were writers and directors and actors signing in, as well as the stage manager’s crew who were leading them.
    When Heather’s paperwork was completed, Vera gathered a few of the actors and gave them a tour of the stage while she went through the familiar spiel of how the next twenty-four hours would work. “You have ten minutes until intros start. Everyone will be there and you’ll get matched up with the writers and the directors. There’s six of each. After your intros, the writers will have all night to write their plays, about fifteen pages—fifteen minutes—in length. They’ll include info from your intros in the plays they write, so if there’s something you really want to do on stage that you’ve never done, that’s the time to mention it.”
    Heather bumped hips with Angie, one of the other actresses. “I know you’ve always wanted to smack me. Now’s your chance.”
    Everyone laughed.
    “Exactly,” Vera agreed. “The writers have until six in the morning to hand in a finished draft of their play. The directors will arrive at seven. They’ll meet with their