I hear Dae shouting from the lobby, push through the thin curtain to the auditorium and march my way to the stage. The girl she's screaming at is in tears, hand over her mouth as Dae dumps all over her.
Three steps up and I'm beside the girl, guiding her away from Dae who glares at me with wide eyes before opening her mouth to shout at me, too.
I'm done with people shouting at me. I hold up my script as calmly as I can and flip it open. "What's the scene?"
My presence, my collected composure, seems to floor her. She splutters and chokes as the cast stares at us. I still hear the girl sobbing quietly behind me, but I ignore her. I have to play this right or I'm out and I know it.
Dae finally pulls herself together, fury snapping on her face. "You're done," she says, hooking her thumb to
