I have never been so confused, yet so sure of a conversation in all of my life. I replayed our dialogue over and over again, only to come back to the same sinking feeling that he was giving me an out. That coward! If he wasn’t feeling secure enough to go through with this, then he should have spoken sooner. Now we are teetering on it being too late to turn back.
There are others involved, I can’t simply tell them we aren’t going through with this. Months of planning and lots of dollars spent, all for nothing. This doesn’t sit well with me. I suppose I should have realized he was the type to ditch any real responsibility. If I recall, the idea of the show was his however, not mine. I hesitated, thinking we knew nothing about performing, we only did this for fun. It would be hard work and soak up a lot of time. Hard work didn’t scare me though, I committed. Professional training, tailored outfits, personalized music, the gym, the diet, the sacrifices to get here. If he thinks I’m going to walk away from this dream that he planted in me, he has another thing coming.
I will do this without him. I will stand alone.
I am part of a small local writers group, the word SINKING was our weekly prompt. Takes two to tango, right? Feel free to use my prompt word for some inspiration, love to read what you write!