The fireplace filled the room with heat, as I sat with Brendan, Michelle, and Olivia. There was nothing I’d rather be doing. My eye’s scanned everyone else’s to find a matching emotion, however I was quite disappointed. Finally, I had come home, but no one seemed interested. Sure my friends were with me, but I was in Hollywood for three years. I came back to find that the people I wanted to comfort me for my lack of success had moved on. Weren’t friends supposed to stick by you no matter what? Maybe I lied earlier. This was one of the last things I wanted to be doing right now. Filming for a blockbuster was what I truly wanted.. but I was currently deprived of that. Why couldn’t I have my dreams and my friends. All I ever did was choose between the two. I first picked my dreams, but never got them. Now I don’t even have the option of friends.
We sat in silence for a few more moments. My mom entered the room with hot chocolates in her hand.
“Would you like a drink?” I woke to see a flight attendant above me