Chapter Four
Gray
“Can you breathe okay?” I whispered. Sneaky gave a slight nod and then I began sealing the edges of the prosthetic nose with liquid latex on her skin. Sneaky had turned out to be an awesome friend, agreeing to be the model for my audition.
The stage director, Peter Gibb, sat silently on a stool a few feet away, taking notes. He’d been very cool and professional which set my nerves on edge and I had to focus to keep my fingers from trembling. The first half of the audition had been a basic stage look using heavy pancake makeup, a look I could do in my sleep. Peter had surprised me when he asked that I apply a prosthetic nose and then create a bloody wound on Sneaky’s forehead. The result was wickedly gruesome.
“Oh my God!” Sneaky exclaimed when I turned her to face the
