Three months later
The girl on the screen sat on a stool in front of a black background, with a single light pointed at her. One camera. One producer. That was all.
Her hair was down, though she wore no makeup. A white top. Jean shorts. Black boots. A sweater had been placed over her shoulders because she was cold.
That girl was Bren.
That girl was me.
I’d been raw that day. This video, it wasn’t what I wanted, but I used it. I turned it into something I wanted in the end.
I watched myself as I looked down for a moment, my hair falling forward, and when I looked up, I left it there. I had darkened my hair, almost black. I didn’t know why at the time, but seeing it now, it blended with the background. Maybe that’d been my intention? A last attempt to blend in, not step forward? Or
