“My name is Aimee Sinclair. I was that girl you thought you knew, but you couldn’t remember where from. I think you’ll remember me now. Sometimes I kill.”

I sit back in my chair, confused by the expressions on everyone’s faces. Jennifer Jones smashes the silence with her cackle of a laugh, tilting her head back so that I can see her impressive collection of fillings. “You are so funny,” she says, but I’m still oblivious as to why. “You’re supposed to say your character’s name, not your name. We don’t want the audience to think Aimee Sinclair is going around killing people!”

“I’m so sorry.” I feel my cheeks blush. “It’s been a very long day and I’m afraid my pregnancy brain is getting the better of me.” I turn to face the camera. “Let me try that again. I never make the same mistake twice.”