I sniffled. I couldn’t tell Barnett the truth. He would think I was weak for not being able to handle everything myself.
“Anna, I can hear you crying.”
The softness in his tone broke something inside me. Tears started to flow down my cheeks again.
“I-I don’t know what to do,” I sobbed. “It’s all too much.”
“What’s too much?”
“The commercial, the styling, the vlogs. I’ve only spent a little over a week doing this, and I can’t keep up. I screwed up so badly today.”
“Hey, it’s okay. Just take a deep breath and explain everything that happened.”
I followed Barnett’s instructions. I took a deep breath and then told him everything, from being worn down by the commercial to having to improvise StarRise’s look and her reacti
