Behind Her Back Kylie Page -

Kylie reached for her water bottle. Her hand was steady. That was the trick, wasn’t it? Not letting them see the crack.

Jenna nodded, her eyes wide and innocent. “I said you made me cry. For real.”

The dressing room mirror reflected Kylie’s practiced smile, but her eyes were scanning the group huddled near the craft services table. She couldn’t hear the words—just the rhythm of hushed voices, the furtive glances, the way Jenna’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle a laugh. behind her back kylie page

Tonight, she’d memorize every line of her scene. Tomorrow, she’d book the part.

“Hey, Kylie!” called Marcus from the couch. “We were just talking about your audition for Edge of Night . Jenna said you nailed the monologue.” Kylie reached for her water bottle

Whispers in the Green Room

She turned back to the mirror, watching the group dissolve back into its soft, venomous buzz. Behind her back, the whispers would continue. But Kylie had learned something over the years: what they said didn’t matter half as much as what she did next. Not letting them see the crack

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