Jan 3, 2018
The lines were mediocre at best, but the person reading them in front of her was duller than a one-watt lightbulb. She was better than this, than these wannabes that considered their high school renditions of West Side Story their prior acting experience. Acting was more than a hobby to her. She just needed that one break, that one chance to prove herself.
She pushed open the door of the low budget theater, the sun shining into her eyes. Down the street there was a coffee shop she frequented. She stepped inside, the barista greeting her by name as she took her usual seat by the window.
