I'm walking down the stairs, still in shock at Miller's pronouncement, but unable to say a word about it. We're actually inside Aunt Vonda's apartment before I turn around and stare at him with what I know has to be deer vs. headlights terror.
"I can't," I say, even as my heart begs me to go.
Miller ignores my denial, all casual as he addresses Aunt Vonda instead of me. "Another audition," he says. "I was talking to a friend of a friend. Turns out the lead in a small production quit at the last minute and the director is desperate." He finally meets my eyes, his sparkling with humor. "And you are perfect for the role."
He gently turns me around, pushes me toward the back of the apartment. "Touch yourself up," he says, "and let's go."
I'm moving as though he's controlling me, slipping i
