Previously in “Robin Makes a Decision” Robin had decided to get out of the little town she grew up in.
I was sitting in a waiting room waiting my turn for an audition for a commercial spot. I had been doing that a lot lately and it gave me plenty of time think about how I had ended up doing this.
Just when you think the worse thing in the world has happened to you, something worse comes along to take your mind off of it. My rather ugly break up with my high school sweetheart, who proved to be a two-timing pecker head, was just that sort of incident.
I had walked home from where he had dumped me, literally, to find my house empty. I was an only child and my parent had gone out that night so the house being empty was not too much of a surprise. However, it was three in the morning when I got home and it was not like them to be out that late. I didn’t give it much thought being preoccupied with my own problems.
I went directly to my room that night, stripped and got into the shower for what I thought would be the longest shower of my life. I was filthy and hot from my walk home and felt just a little defiled after learning that my supposed boyfriend was getting from someone else what I wouldn’t give him. I had not been in the shower long when the telephone rang.
I got out and wrapped a towel around my dripping body. I picked up the phone thinking it would be my folks calling to tell me why they were so late. The man on the other end of the phone was a stranger and when he had me identify who I was he began with, “There has been an accident…”
With those few words my life finished turning upside down. My parents were dead: Killed in a head on crash with a drunk driver. The next few months went by in a fog. When the fog lifted I found myself in L.A. trying to start a new life. My parents were only children also, so there was not a huge support group or a strong attachment to the place where they raised me. There was a small insurance settlement and it was that money that was allowing me to pursue an acting career.
I thought of them often as I sat in the waiting rooms waiting to be called, mauled and rejected. The thought of them and how they would have wanted me to succeed at my dream kept a smile on my face and gave me the determination to make it through all of the sleazy producers I had to deal with.
I was about out of money and about out of hope. The showbiz thing was nothing like I had expected. It became apparent early on that most casting studios were merely places for directors and producers to knock off an easy piece. I had plenty of offers for that, offers to interview in the nude, and offers for bit parts in porn movies but no offers for any real work. I refused to ‘put-out’ give blow jobs for extra credit or to strip any further than a bikini. So I was an out of work wanna be actress who was soon to be out of money. Then who knew what I would do.
With these dark thoughts hanging over my head the door pushed open and in walked Tanya. Tanya was the only real friend I had made in my months in L.A. A tall, dark haired beauty with the most fun loving disposition of anyone I had ever known. I ran into her a lot at these interviews-more than anyone else I saw at these places. She never seemed to get work either which was amazing because she was such a beauty. Maybe she didn’t put out either.
“Hey Sunshine,” She yelped as she saw me sitting there.
