ELEVEN
Erin hit the space bar on her laptop keyboard, pausing the video they were watching. Ramon blinked at the frozen picture on the screen and turned to look at Erin, whose narrowed eyes were fixed on him. “W-what? What did I say?”
“You’re not auditioning for lead?” she asked, echoing the sentiment he mumbled to her only a few seconds ago.
Ramon felt as though he was being interrogated, and a wrong answer could land him in prison. That, or he could get stabbed, which was more probable given Erin had a fork sitting in her bowl of rice and sinigang. “W-ell…I considered it.”
“You considered…and?”
“Come on, Erin. We all know Pio Alvez is going to get lead.” If he sounded bitter saying that, it’s because he was. Pio had everything going for him. He could act and sing and dance, and his
