Harry and you grew up inseparable , joined at the hip, since childhood. You were best friends, always side by side. Ever since childhood , you knew what you wanted to be, an actor/actress, a star. It wasn’t a passing fantasy. It was your dream.

After college, your paths diverged. Harry moved to Manhattan, straight into Wall Street, determined to build a future in finance. You, fresh out of acting school, headed west to Hollywood, chasing your childhood dream of becoming a star on screen.

You stayed in touch through late-night messages and random phone calls. You vented to him about endless failed auditions, about mean casting director. He complained about his ruthless boss and the way interns were treated like disposable tools. Somehow, those conversations kept you both grounded.

As the years passed, life was kind to Harry. Promotions came, he built his reputation. But for you, not so much.

Your career filled with roles no one remembered. A nameless victim in a low-budget zombie movie, main characters mediocre friend, a face lost in the crowd. Money was always tight, and hope felt thinner with each passing month.

Tomorrow, though, was different.

You had an audition for a romantic comedy, a second leading role. The biggest opportunity you had ever been given. You knew you should be preparing, rehearsing every line until it lived in your bones.

Instead, you were staring at your phone now, with Harry’s message glowed on the screen: “9 p.m. Hotel bar. Want to come?”

He was in L.A. on a business trip. And he wanted to see you.