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face to fade.

“I’ll give it a try.” This could be it. This could be my ticket off the streets.
     
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    I stepped out of Mason’s bathroom for the second time in twenty-four hours, except I had more clothes on the second time around. He really wanted me to audition for some television show and I had agreed. There was no way I would get the part but just to shut him the hell up, I’d said yes.

He was beginning to grow on me; I kinda liked him. There was a decent guy deep down in there somewhere.

“You look great,” he exclaimed when I rounded the corner and entered the living room.

“Yeah well, new clothes and a hot shower would make anyone look better.” New clothes, courtesy of my last ten dollars and the Goodwill shop.

He shook his head, disagreeing. “No, there is something else. You’ve got that look that sets you apart.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I should be flattered or smack you in the face right now.”

Mason stood to admire me closer. “It’s your eyes.”

I picked at the hem of my shirt, turning said eyes toward the floor. “They’ve seen more than their fair share of bullshit…”

“So, do you want to work on your audition?” He asked, handing me a bottle of water.

“No,” I said shaking my head. “I don’t want to think about it at all. Let’s just sit here in silence.”

He laughed and fell to the couch. “Let’s say you get the job…what is the first thing you’ll buy with your first paycheck?”

I pursed my lips and truly thought long and hard about the answer. There were so many things I’d gone without. “I would rent an apartment.”

“There’s an empty one bedroom on the first floor here.”

“So you can spy on me you creeper…fuck that. Besides, if I’m going to be some big time actor I’ll be able to afford a better place than this.” I was actually joking with this guy. I couldn’t believe it.

Mason checked his phone and then stood, smoothing the wrinkles from his shirt. “Very funny. It’s about that time. Do you want a ride?”

I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. “I’m going alone; I’ll walk.”

“Break a leg, Fallyn.” His smile was bright and…real. If anything I wanted to get the damn part just because Mason really thought I could.

For some reason, I had grown a pair and agreed to do something that was completely out of my element. Sure, it was quick money but I knew nothing about acting. I knew Jill used to sleep with any dick in Hollywood to get a part. Hell if I would ever do such a thing. I did try to sleep with Mason but…that was different. It sounded like a bad excuse in my head. When the building came into view I knew there was no way.

At least twenty pair of perky paid for titties waited patiently for a turn. I signed in and when the lady asked me for a head shot I choked. In my world, that was something Jill did for money or a place to say. I explained to the woman I didn’t have a head shot. She frowned but looked at my name and let the subject drop.

Suspicious.

About five minutes after I got there, the same woman who had taken my name walked around, passing out a sheet of paper.

“I know you all studied the first monologue but that won’t be the one you’ll use today.”

I snatched the paper and glared. I hadn’t even read the first one. My eyes skimmed the material and I wanted to murder Mason Jennings.

Lonely, homeless girl. Did he think that shit was funny?

Acting my ass…I wouldn’t have to act at all. I could stroll in that bitch and just be myself. Maybe that’s why he was so sure I would get it. Compared to the other girls in the room, I even looked the part. He was pushing me to do something, which should have pissed me off. It didn’t. I couldn’t be angry with him but believe me, I damn well tried.

I resisted the urge to run out of that waiting room and never look back. I bounced my foot, picked my nails and stared hatefully at each perky bitch that