It started so well. You were getting so many roles. You were famous. So many people’s life long dream. It was all because of Richard. He graciously helped you, got you up to the big leagues. Recommended you to all the show casters.

Even if that meant you had to accompany him a few nights a week, it was all worth it. Richard was a nice guy. You would have been nothing without him, he would say.

But then a new actor, Finn caught Richard’s eye. He was younger. Cuter. The media would say. You started to get less attention. Richard called you less. You didn’t matter now.

You could imagine it, Finn laying next to Richard while he calls the next agency to put him in the newest movie.

It made you sick. You have investing so much trust, time, and energy into this. Why doesn’t it matter now? Why doesn’t he care anymore.

Every ‘young star growing older’ gets into it. Drugs. A way to cope, with the trauma they had to endure to be the next big thing.

You’re high. It’s a late night, when Richard calls you. Finally! Another chance. You will make him happy again. You make your way to his apartment

That night, it was a blur. Your eyes glossy, looking up at Richard. His expression looked bored, almost grossed out by your desperation.

Finn was out of the country, filming. You were just the easiest toy Richard could get his hands on that night.

Richard sits in bed, smoking a cigarette. Looking down at you with a certain pity in his eyes. You were pathetic.