I spotted Mike across the stage and headed in his direction. My heart was racing, and my stomach was tied up in a huge knot.
“Um . . . Uh . . . Hey, Mike?”
He turned, saw me, and smiled. “Hey, darlin', how ya doing?”
“Uh, well, good . . . I guess.” I was now having trouble looking him in the eye.
“Something on your mind, Missy?”
And then, out it came. “Is it true? Are you really going to make me go blind next season?” I waited for what seemed forever for my answer.
“Yes, Missy, you will be going blind next season.”
My heart sank. I felt sick. The tears sprung up and out before I even had time to digest this news. I couldn't hold them back. I madly tried to think of something, anything else, so I would stop crying and not humiliate myself any further.
Just about the time I almost really lost it, Mike said, “Don't worry, Missy. It's going to be great. You'll see.” He gave me a big hug.
“R-r-really?” I sobbed. “You're not going to write me out?”
“Of course not,” he said. . . .“You have a great future ahead.”
I knew he wasn't just saying it to make me feel better; he wasn't that kind of guy. He went on to explain what would happen to Mary, and the show, and how he knew this would be a great opportunity for me. I trusted Mike and chose to accept the wonderful feeling of relief that had come over me.