I wish the story I'm about to tell you felt like an old Hollywood movie.

Soft lighting.

A picture perfect ending.

But this one's different.

It's present day.

Still Tinseltown, but not the part on postcards.

We start on the edges where the dreamers live, the moths, circling the cruel

flame of artistic dreams, hoping, waiting just to be seen. Our lead? Well, that's me, Leah Sinclair. And when our story begins, I'm just trying to get by.

Working. Scraping. Hoping the next audition isn't another dead end. It's not pretty, but it's mine.

So, relax. Lean in and just listen.

Hi, you've reached Leah, and I'm either away from my phone or currently living my dream of being a world-famous voiceover artist on a yacht in the Maldives. Either way, leave me a message,

and I'll get back to you soon. This is a courtesy call from the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power. Your account is two days away from becoming delinquent. Please call to resolve your past due

balance immediately. Leah, it's me, Addy. Hey, heads up, Marshall's at the store today, so get your ass here on time for once and

Ethan told me he has something for you.

Hopefully it's his big, fat call.

Excuse me?

Hi!

Um, hi, yeah.

Oh, sorry, yeah, we're open.

Sorry, I don't know why I had the... S, honey, this is your mom calling to see if you've made any headway with the boy, Ethan.

You know, I hate to think of you being all alone in a big city.

Oh, and I've been listening to your audio book.

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