Whispers Turn

snoozing away, her dreams a tangled mix of 

undane and the fantastical 

“Hello?” che mumbled in a daze, swiping at her phone to answer the call 

“Sherilyn Gilbert’s voice had a slight smile to it over the phone, but it just made Sherlyn shiver and swallow hard 

Sherilyn asked, “What’s up?” 

Gilbert questioned her. “You didn’t come home last night? Where were your 

What? Sherilyn blinked, her sleepiness partly dissipating, replaced by confusion “Didn’t you see my text? I moved out.. 

“Who gave you the permission to move out? Gilbert’s voice, mixed with anger, out her off, almost precing through the phone. “Did I say you can move out?” 

Sherilyn frowned. “Why would I need your permission? That’s your place I shouldn’t have been there in the first place.” 

There was a moment of silence on the other end 

“Oh,” Sherlyn suddenly remembered. “Are you worried about the divorce papers? I’m sorry I was careless that day. It won’t happen 

Worried he might not believe her, she almost wanted to promise her life. “From now on, until we get those divorce papers, I’m at your beck and call during the day, no delays on my end. Does that put your mind at ease?” 

Her response was watertight. However, Gilbert was inexplicably irked. “After all these years abroad, you haven’t learned a thing Walking in and out of someone’s life without a heads–up? Haven’t you got your manners?” 

Holding the phone, Sherlyn couldn’t help but sneer, thinking. Mr. Johnson is still as prickly as ever He does not tolerate the slightest dissent‘ 

Once, she might have tiptoed around his moods, but at the time, his happiness or anger meant nothing to her.. 

Not wanting to drag out the conversation, Sherilyn said, “Yeah, I guess I was rude. Are we done here? If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.” 

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screen, ending the call, and with a flip, she rolled over to continue her sleep 

“Sherlyn!” Gibert clenched his phone, a mix of shock and annoyance flooding him. 

Did she hang up on him? The nerve! He couldn’t be bothered anymore. If she wanted to move, then so be it! 

Regardless of what he thought, Sherilyn didn’t care. She got a job and a new place to stay. What she needed to do next was focus on making money 

The idea of finding a side job came to mind immediately, and Sherilyn didn’t hesitate to start looking. She had planned to apply as a dance instructor at a local studio. Dancing was her forte, after all. But after visiting a couple, the schedules didn’t line up. They needed an instructor for evening classes, but Sherilyn’s nights were booked solid. 

Her gig at the Neon Nights Bar was too lucrative to give up. The simple reason? It paid well 

o, she had to let the idea go 

So, 

After a moming of fruitless searching. Sherilyn found herself at Central Garden, taking a break and nibbling on a sandwich she’d made. As she ate her sandwich, she noticed a crowd gathering not too far away around what appeared to be a film set, buzzing with activity. 

It turned out the film shooting had hit a snag, and the director was in a temper tantrum. “What now? Are we going to halt production over one missing dancer? What about this morning’s shoot?” 

The assistant director was on the receiving end of his wrath. “We’re just short one person. Maybe we can shoot without her? The impact should be minimal…” 

“Nonsense“” The director exploded, berating the assistant, “Is this the kind of commitment you bring to your work? Are you trying to fool me or the audience? Find someone to fill in, and you have half an hour!” 

“Okay, okay!” Visibly stressed, the assistant director muttered about the unfaimess of the situation. “How is this my fault if someone bails at the last minute? Where am I supposed to find someone on such short notice?” 

Then, he looked up to see a young woman standing before him. Annoyed, he waved her off, “What are you looking at? if you’re here for the show, keep your distance!” 

“Um… The woman was Sherilyn, who had mustered all her courage to approach. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I overheard your conversation” she said apologetically. 

“And?” The assistant director eyed her skeptically, 

“…” Sherilyn pointed to herself, “I’m a dancer. I graduated from the Quinland Arts Academy, majoring in Contemporary Dance.