Nine months later
Starcrossed is happening. As of ten minutes ago, the agreement is in black and white. Casting will start next week, then rehearsals, and, next September, the debut. As I walk the streets of New York City, I should feel ecstatic. Instead, I stare at the tall buildings and sparkly shopping windows with total emptiness. This city that used to provide me with endless inspiration, energy, and vital buzz has become merely the place where I live and work. Neutral. Flat. Like everything else in my life.
The art showings I used to love have become uninteresting. The shops, unappealing. The restaurants, uninviting. After signing the contract for Starcrossed, I felt a flicker of excitement about the same as finding a ten-dollar bill on the sidewalk, and then… nothing.
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