19. Whore
“Ronnie, bring up the most recent casting call listings fitting my usual parameters and associated with Eric Sharpe.”
I know what name to search for, because it’s the one I’ve been avoiding like refined carbs since my first few months of auditioning, all the time it took to learn his reputation.
Before I shush her, Ronnie begins reading from the healthy-sized list of casting calls contracted to Sharpe Eye Casting. They handle a good thirty percent of local casting of unknowns for speaking roles, something I’ve never been glad of before today.
There’s a promising one, a teen contemporary drama asking for a female eighteen-to-play-younger, which I’ll probably finally be by the time filming starts.
I submit my registration with fifteen hours to go before I need to show up.
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