Miller finally releases me. But he's not done.
"The first time I saw you," he says, eyes lighting up as the last of the sun fades behind him, "then later, that night in class. I knew you were a star in the making, Riley." His lips lift into a smile. "And when you performed, you blew me away. The street scene?" He lets out a rush of air, laughs, brows arching toward his hairline. "I've never been part of anything like it in my life. It's what every actor dreams of."
I'm trembling, remembering it, too. "It was awesome," I say. "But it was one moment."
He nods. "That's all life is," he says. "Moments strung together. And hopefully more of them are great than shitty." Miller sits back, resting his weight on his hands, looking out over the city. "I just think it would be a shame to quit befo
