Flashes
It’s May 29th. Our producer hangs up. The meeting lasted 3 hours. The boys and I sit in silence for a bit. How does one cope with such a thing? We are now on our own. Still friends with him but he just won’t be involved. The silence hangs a little more. “Now what?”
It’s August 3rd. I sit on the porch of the backyard. Money’s been tight. The previously gorgeous scenery became dull. I yearn for change once more. My roommate sits next to me. She puts her hand on my shoulder. No words needed. Tears.
It’s October 19th. The producer calls. I barely catch all the details. One of his schemes. Sounds promising. He tells me he needs me in Montreal again, not just for fun this time. I ask him why he decided to still fight for us - he says something about potential. He asks if I’ll fly in next month, one way. The call ends and I sit on my bed in silence. I expect my heart to pound with anticipation, yet it does not. I’m focused. I try to pretend like I haven’t decided. I get up from my bed and take a set of pictures of it. To Craigslist.
It’s November 20th. Montreal meets me with even colder weather than last time. I stand in same the apartment that I stayed at back in April. Deep under layers of clothing is a pack of cash that coincidentally equals my entire net worth. I think of my place back in Wyoming, a now empty basement that I couldn’t find anyone to sublet it to. I think of the meetings and calls I’ve had for the past month. I’m scared, definitely, but I don’t have time for that. My first public appearance in on Wednesday. “Before you start unpacking, let’s get you briefed”.













