Beyond the Script: My Own Path

es. Then came the voices. Not real voices, but text. Floating

The classic starting point for

m Stone, act like a total jerk and then

the papers, Olivia

d just coded for 36 hours straight. I should have been passed out on the couch in my

ome. A woman sat across a massive mahogany desk from me. She was beautiful in a fragil

document. The header was star

stematically emotionally abused his wife, Olivia, driven by his obsession with a manipulative ex-girlfriend, a "white moonlight" named Sarah

rribly written tragedy sold as ro

e' s definitely thinking about

gret this so much.

a! Get away from

n audience, unseen but felt, and they were all expecting a show. They

he gripped the pen. Her chin trembled slightly. She was waiting for me t

t Liam's cold indifference, but my own. Ethan

am Stone's miserable fate. I wasn't him.

expensive fountain pen next to the d

were full of a weary, bruised sort of expectation. She though

assic abusive line befo

eave me? Don't even dr

e man whose body I now occupied. I looked at Olivia, then

my wrist, I signed it. Th

hed desk toward her. It slid to a stop

an I was used to, colder. It was Liam's voi

flickered and then stopped. A d

e of complete, utter shock. This wasn't in the script. The audience wa

she suffered because of Sarah Jenkins and her supposed childhood friend, Mark Davies. I knew how Liam' s father, Richard Stone,

No

scraping softly agai

y a clean, sharp blade severing the final tie. "Fr

t...

t... sign it

the plot?! This isn't h

no longer mocking, but

them be

nd I was getting the