The more I saw disgruntled actresses coming out of the audition room, the more I grew nervous, and it only got worse when I realised that it was going to be my turn after three more crises.
I brought out my script, and I tried practicing some lines with my assistant.
And then, just by my luck, I began questioning my every being. Why did I always have to bump into Lisa at every freaking place I went? It felt like I was in a book, and the stupid author kept on deliberately doing this just to cause conflict in his boring book. She walked in with her head held high with pride. Her manager, personal assistant, and other workers were trailing behind her. She attracted the attention of the other actresses. She was dressed for the part, even more than me. I was sure that it was my uncle who inve
