My Second Chance

Submitted into Contest #54 in response to: Write a story about a TV show called "Second Chances."... view prompt



“Next up! Quinn Parry!” I tensed as I walked up to the mic. It was tryouts for a role in a show called Second Chances, a fantasy romance about two elves from rivalry clans who then fall in love, but then one of them gets captured during a picnic together, and they break up. Then, when he escaped, Elm, the female, asks for a second chance. That is where the title comes from. 

Elanoar, my best friend, gave me a thumbs up from the audience. I took a deep breath and started speaking the line. 

“I was ordinary elf, living in the forest, with my clan, the Inserra, until I met Redwood Wolfsbane. My whole life seemed to change. Like it was destiny. That we were meant...” I paused. “Meant to be.”  

The group clapped politely, but Elanoar was shouting. I laughed and walked offstage. I said good luck to the others and sat back down next to Elanoar. 

“Quinn, that was amazing! Holy smokes, you could just win this thing!”  

“I don't know... my voice cracked on sentence three.”  

“Come on, Q, like they would notice that!” Elanoar assured me. As the others tried out for parts, I could not help but think. Was I good enough to make the cut? 

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A while later, me, Elanoar, and Wyatt, (my boyfriend), were in an ice cream shop, licking away at our cones.  

“Quinn, stop worrying. I'm sure you’ll do great.” Wyatt said. 

“I'm not worrying.” I said quickly. Wyatt raised an eyebrow and I sighed. 

“Ok, fine. It's just, I am super excited about this part and I really, really want it.” I took another lick of my mint chip ice cream. I tried to let the sweet creaminess calm me, but it did little to really help. A chocolate chip melted in my mouth as Elanoar said, 

“Well, really the only person they liked better than you was Rhianna Smith. I mean, everyone likes her.” I flinched and Wyatt shot her a look.  

“Sorry...” She said.  

“It's fine. You're telling the truth, anyway.” 

“No, she’s not. Quinn, listen. If you do not get the part, we will be proud anyway. We promise.” Wyatt took my hand and squeezed it. I breathed deeply, then squeezing back. 

“Ok. I trust you.” I licked up the last of my ice cream. “Do you guys...want to go to the park?” 

“Oh, I uh, can't I have to study for an um...a math exam.” Elanoar stuttered. 

“What? But you always get nothing lower than a B!” I said. 

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to study more! See you guys later!” She bolted out the door. Wyatt shrugged and I laughed at her need to leave. 

“I’ll come.” Wyatt offered. He held the door open for me as we walked out of Molly Moon’s and down the sidewalk. I fidgeted with my fingers, secretly wishing this park trip could be our second kiss. 

“I told you to stop worrying.” Wyatt looked over at me as we entered the park. 

“I'm not worrying!” I said, not a yell, but not normal speaking tone, either. 

“Yes, you are. You fidget with your hands and your nose twitches when your anxious.” Wyatt contradicted. I covered my shaking nose and said, 

“Ok, you won. But really, how can you not worry about something like this?!” I said as we sat down on a bench. 

“Don't ask me, I haven't done anything like this.” 

“I know it seems like I'm worrying too much but...ughhhh, I can NOT stop thinking about it!” 

“Well, you know, if you don’t get it, there will be other shows to try out for.” 

“I know.” I sighed. “And I know I'll always have you to come to. Right?” 

“Always.” Wyatt said. I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. Now I knew I had nothing to worry about.  

Until later, I was pulling on my sweatpants, about to go to bed, when my iPhone ringed that doorbell noise for alerting me of emails. I opened Gmail to find a message from Grace Lynn, the casting director of Second Chances. I tapped on it and read it aloud to myself. 

“Quinn Parry, 

You and Rhianna Smith will be competing for the role of Elm Winterwood, the lead of Second Chances. I know it isnt ideal, but the other cast directors couldn’t decide who to choose. The act-off will commence at 2:50 on October 15, one week from today. Hope to see you then! 

Warm wishes, 

Grace Lynn 

Casting Director” 

I was speechless. What in the name of Andromeda was an Act-off? And Rhianna Smith?! I was surprised they didn’t just choose her. And the worst part was, I had a new thing to worry about. 

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One week later, I was pacing in front of the studio door, muttering my lines under my breath. Elanoar looked up from her phone and slumped against the brick wall. 

“Quinn Parry, how many times have I told you to stop the worrying?” She said. She blew a strand of blond hair out of her face and raised an eyebrow. 

“Ok, I'll stop.” I leaned against the wall with Elanoar. Wyatt came out of the building and looked me in the eye. He nodded. I took a deep breath. I walked inside, unsticking the back of my sweaty shirt from my back. I hugged Wyatt before walking through the stage door. Rhianna was glaring at me as I walked in. I smiled and waved, but (of course) all she did was roll her eyes and walk away. I shrugged as I heard, 

“Rhianna Smith? Please come to the stage.” Rhianna brushed past me, flipping her dark mermaid-like hair over her shoulder. As she walked up onto the stage, she smirked my way, that kind of smirk that says, “I am so much better than you.” I shook it off and listened to find her weaknesses to make those places better. Voice crack on sentence five? Make sure to fix that. Miss a note? Make that note perfect. 

I was so focused that I didn't notice the director calling my name until Elanoar shook me from my mind. 

“Break a leg!” She whispered. I walked up to the stage and started to sing. I knew the words so well by now I didn't even think to sing them. Rhianna’s face was flushed red as I sang from jealousy and hatred. I just sang louder. 

When the song was over, I walked off stage and out the door. Wyatt picked me up and spun me in the air. 

“That was awesome, Quinn!” Elanoar shouted. “Now we go to the party tonight and find out if you got the part.”  

Wyatt put me down and stared her in the eye, waiting for her to notice how worried I still was. She blushed furiously and turned away. 

“I have to go. See you at the cast party?” I said, walking backwards down the street. Wyatt gave me a thumbs up and I ran down the street, towards home. 

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The dress I had got for the party was beautiful, grey blue with peonies, hydrangeas, and roses printed on the fabric. I chose a softly pink lipstick to go with it and went downstairs. I opened the front door and went out on the porch swing. Soon, Wyatt came up the concrete path in front of my house. He was wearing a white shirt and a black tie. 

“Elanoar texted me. She's gonna meet us there. Come on!” He grabbed my hand and led me to his car, a black Honda. The seatbelt clicked as me and Wyatt drove down Ocean Ave. 

“You excited?” Wyatt asked. 

“Well...actually, yes! Im not that worried anymore.” I smoothed my skirt. 

“Good! I saw the look on Rhianna’s face when you sang. Holy smokes, I almost burst out laughing!” Wyatt chuckled. 

As we pulled into the driveway of the hotel the party was at, Wyatt gave me a small, clear box.  

“For you. There aren't words to describe how happy I am for you, so I thought, maybe there is a present that would.” 

I took the box and flipped the lid open eagerly. Inside was a necklace, with a small, heart-shaped charm. I looked closer to see an engraving carved into the metal. W+Q. Surrounded by a heart. 

“Oh, Wyatt-” Was all I could say before he pulled me into a kiss. It felt like one of the ones from a fairytale, that one, sweet, compassionate kiss that could change it all. As he pulled away, my eyes filled with tears at the fact he cared THIS much about me. 

“Eww! Romance!” Elanoar shouted as she walked into the driveway, her pert nose scrunched up with teasing disgust. I pulled away quickly and smoothed my dress. 

“Oh, your fine. Come on.” Elanoar took my hand and led me into the elevator, Wyatt close behind. Once we got to the roof, and the crowd cheered. I blushed mightily as I walked up to the stage. 

“Well, now that we are all here, it's time to announce the newest cast member!” Grace Lynn shouted to the audience. She took a slip of pink paper out of her pocket and read it aloud. 

“And the winner is...” The tension was high. I shut my eyes tight. Wishing, wishing, wishing I would get the part. 

“Quinn Parry!”  

I gasped in surprise as the crowd went crazy. Elanoar and Wyatt ran up to me and hugged me tight, laughing and crying so hard, I couldn't tell which had come first. But I did know one thing. This summer was going to be fun. 

August 14, 2020 20:50

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