Chapter Four
Tiffany
“WHAT IS YOUR name?” asked the casting director, a forty-something woman with warm brown eyes.
“Tiffany Banks.”
She took off her glasses and began cleaning them with a small green cloth. “Okay, show me what you’ve got, Tiffany Banks.”
I was nervous, so nervous. I opened my mouth to begin, but then froze up.
“Nervous?” she asked, with a small smile.
I smiled weakly. “Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Why don’t you close your eyes, and try again.”
I closed my eyes, inhaled through my nose, and then exhaled slowly.
“Tiffany?”
The song I’d picked out was immediately replaced with the one I couldn’t get out of my head. I only hoped that I could do Pink’s song, Perfect, justice.
“Tiffany,” the woman said, after hearing me sing a few verses.
I opened my eyes and stared at the wo
