She sat up, stretched, and opened her laptop to catch up on current events. "House Party: 'Oktoberfest' at Crestmont, in Silverlake..." she read from an invite on her Facebook account. Immediately, memories of learning scenes to perform for Acting class, the fellow students who she bonded with, and the special times she spent at the Crestmont house; the house she finally felt the familiarities of home away from home, filled her with heartfelt emotions.
She remembered the home of Kevin, and Eric, and another who she never really met. She remembered practicing a romantic and yet humorous scene with the handsome Eric numerous times and never making the progress her acting teacher would approve of. She remembered sitting with her scene partner, looking at his family photos, experiencing his carpentry, his art in New York through photos, and feeling an undeniable closeness in a world where everyone was but a stranger to her still. He bade her to drink with him, and sit a while. Feeling long abandoned, she did. This was the first time she didn't feel alone in her new world. And, it was warm; it was impossibly perfect.
"I want to go..." she whispered to whatever silent spirit accompanied her in the solace of her present room.
She quickly checked for hotels in the near vicinity of the Crestmont home. For one hundred dollars she could stay overnight in LA, visit the three South Bay beaches that had served to uplift her whenever she beckoned; visit a town where she spent roving the streets in a drunken spell with a best friend as the rain poured and drenched them; visit the Macy's where hundreds of dollars were spent on jewels to spoil a most caring sister; and, as dusk would fall, she would land herself at the Crestmont house, where she would reunite with the small army of artists who, like herself, gave up everything they had and knew, for a dream.
It would be glorious.
It would be.
At least in her imagination, it will be.
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