Hot Bubblegum by SoapyMayhem
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Red gave me the address and her card before I left.
After putting my hat and glasses back on, I jogged across the street and hopped into my car, feeling a thrill of anticipation shoot through me.
The idea of having my own place was all I could think about for the last few months. Having Renee and Phil constantly hovering around me, making all my decisions, controlling my money - it was just too much. I was ready to take a break, be by myself, make some choices of my own.
Excitedly, I reached into my purse and pulled out a slightly crumpled sheet of sketch paper. Fingering the worn edge, I thought about all the amazing sketches my dad used to do. All the little characters he created just for me. My favorite had always been Super Izzy - a superhero he drew in my likeness. He gave her long, brown hair, a dark red cape, red spandex suit under a pleated black skirt, and a black utility belt. Across her chest, she had a black swan emblem, kind of like the bat on Batman's suit.
Charlie, my dad, died about ten years ago. He was a pretty well respected cartoonist and had been shopping the idea around for his Super Izzy animated series to a few studios in the weeks leading up to his death.
Super Izzy never saw the light of day, though, because Dad was killed in a car accident on his way home from work one night.
Dad was my world, and I wanted more than anything to put Super Izzy out there for people to enjoy, to have Dad's dream come true, but as much as I hated to admit it, there was no way anyone would take a seven year old kid seriously. I couldn't draw a convincing stick figure, much less pitch an animated series to a studio. That was when I decided I was going to make a name for myself, make people take me seriously, and acting seemed to be the one thing I could do that had the potential to solve all my problems.
By the time I was twelve, I was doing the odd commercial and even had a seven-episode story arc on a popular daytime soap where I played the long-lost-daughter of one of the show's stars, but I was still just a kid - a nobody, no closer to achieving my goal than I was when I started.
Mere months after being cast, they ended up killing my character off when the ratings came through and people thought having a kid around made the guy less of a stud.
I was a little devastated because I really had enjoyed the working on the show, but feeling like I'd failed Dad was much worse, and only served as a reminder that I wasn't getting anywhere with my goal. Renee, however, got so pissed about what happened that she went and found me a new agent.
That was when we met Phil.
Immediately, he put me to work, started booking me for small guest appearances on kid's shows, which I adored, and those roles opened the doors for me to audition for Girl Next Door - a show about a girl who was a regular kid by day and a crime-fighting superhero by night.
Of course, I knew the show wouldn't really be Super Izzy, but it was the closest thing I could get to making that dream come true.
I was determined to get that part no matter the cost.
Now that my time on the show had come to an end and I was a legal adult, I wanted to keep a part of that dream with me forever.