The beginning of a story about an aspiring Broadway actress named Sari. She’s half black, half Indian. Enjoy.

 Sari was exactly twenty four years old on her graduation date and exactly twenty four years and thirty two days old when she received her first callback. Having lived in New York City for exactly four years and thirteen days, moving back to her small town in upstate New York seemed like a relief. It was finally Sari’s chance to unwind and meet back up with her high school friends. That’s what her parents told her to do, take a break and then go back out and try for a part in the community theatre.

Sari had rolled her eyes at that. Everyone knew that the community theatre was child’s play and mostly meant for practice. There was no way she could possibly be noticed performing in some mediocre performance of Godspell or Rent!. No, no. She would need to join a guild outside of town and work her way up from there. Get experience and make connections, then audition for Broadway. Or maybe she could go back to Julliard, get a Master’s Degree?

“Sari, honey, I love you, really, but there is absolutely no way you could ever afford four more years at Julliard. Plus, I’m pretty sure a degree in the arts is like a degree in unsharpened pencils… Pointless!” Sari’s best friend, Darla, chuckled to herself as she sipped her pink martini. Her round cheeks were rosy from both her own amusement and the alcohol working its magic.

“It’s not pointless, Darla. I need it to give me a competitive edge over… over, well, everyone! Connections, experiences, and the sort. Ugh, why do I let you take me out drinking? Things get too jumbled!” Sari complained despite not putting down her own martini.