After a moment the sensation past, Erica gave another shrug pocketed the coin and made her way home.
When Erica arrived home her mother, Katelyn, was waiting at the door for her.
“Darling, how was the rehearsal ?” she said embracing her daughter. At that moment it easy to see where Erica got her looks from, as her mother looked a lot like her except slightly padded with age, her red hair was heavily streaked with grey and she lack Erica’s youthful glow.
“Are you ready to go out for dinner?”
Erica started, “I need to finish getting my stuff unpacked.”
“I’ve already done it.”
“Oh, ok,” said Erica knowing that she would never find some of her clothes again.
“I’ve already book at the place,” said her mom not picking up on the tone in Erica’s voice.
“Where?”
“Hungry Joe’s.”
“The all you can eat place? Mom just because I’m on holiday doesn’t mean I can stop my diet.”
“They have a salad bar,” her mother said weakly.
“Good, because you don’t get figure like this,” Erica gestured at her washboard flat stomach, which gave a groan, “without c…ugh…” she clasped a hand to her mouth whilst pushing her mother with the other as she ran into the house.
“Are you ok honey? ...If you’re not we don’t have to go...,” said Erica’s mother through the bathroom door. A couple of seconds later said door opened and Erica emerged her eyes still slightly red.
“Are you ok honey? You were throwing up for quite a while.”
“I’m fine Mom,” replied Erica.
“Are you sure because we don’t ha…”
“I actually feel hungrier than I did before,” said Erica pointedly.
“You never answered me before about rehearsal,” said Erica’s mother as she drove her daughter and herself to Hungry Joe’s.
Erica rolled her eyes whilst remembering this evening's performance, “Put it this way, even as soon as I said I’ll do it I was obvious that was the best performer.”
“Oh,” said her mother, who having raised Erica raised by herself, was a kind generous person, and despite her happiness in her daughter’s success didn’t like how prideful she was. “Did you see Peter?”
Peter was the dark haired, pale skinned, slightly overweight young man who played the piano, he was in the same grade as Erica at school.
“It’s hard to miss him,” said Erica.
“Don’t say that, it’s cruel and he’s only a bit chubby. What about Simon?”
“Of course I saw him, he’s organizing the whole thing and he’s the director.”
Simon was a few years older than Erica, had curly brown hair, wore glasses and had the stressed, flustered attitude that was mandatory for any director.
“I thought he was playing the prince?” said Erica’s mother slightly perplexed.
“He’s doing that to,” said Erica exasperatedly.
“Have you got a chance to see Ashley and see how she going? Twisting her ankle in her first play out of school must been hard on her.”
“She helping Simon out with production and she’s agreed to do the lighting.”
“And she’s ok with that?”
“She’s fine, her nickname at high school was Sunny for a reason, Samantha could do to take a leaf from her book.”
Samantha was the same age as Simon, in fact they were in the same drama class at school together, she was tall thin with pale blond hair, in stark contrast to Sunny who was petite with dark hair, whilst they both have relatively light skin tones their personalities were as different to each other as the rest of them. Samantha was normally quite bitter and snarky before and now she was even more so since she lost out on the role of Juliet not once but twice and was playing the role of Lady Capulet.
“Why is…” Erica’s mother began.
“I don’t want to talk about them, there are just nobodies who will remain nobodies,” interjected Erica, and they sat in the rest of the journey in complete silence.
Erica had trouble at dinner, as her stomach was demanding, quite noisily, that is wanted sustenance then what she was giving it.
“Erica you’re starving yourself,” said her mother.
“I am not,” retorted Erica, her stomach groaned loudly.
“Your body says otherwise.”
Just then….
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