Anastasia
A crew member fiddled with the back of my dress to attach the mic and tape the wires to my body.
“Ana!” Atticus called from on the set. “We’re about to start.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” I retorted, remaining still until my microphone was secured in place. With a grateful nod at the crew member, I took my place on the couch and steeled myself against my nerves.
“You feeling okay?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think this is going to work. What if I don’t like any of them?”
“Then we’ll start over again. We can do as many rounds as you want.”
Despite his comforting tone, that wasn’t filling me with confidence.
The director called for silence and the murmurs died out as everyone took their places. Atticus strutted out onto the set, his suit snazzy and a little too form-fitting
