The Acting Project

Tears in a Taxi Cab

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Tears in a Taxi Cab

“If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.”- William Shakespeare

Attached to the nice stationary was a name and number.

“Derek brown who is this?” I look up at her.

“Call him and find out. How am I supposed to know?” The sass queen is back.

    I dial the number and it rings. I finally hear his voice on the other end.

“Hello.” A man answers.

“Yes. Hi, is this Derek Brown?” I shakily ask.

“Yes it is.” He clears his throat.

“I’m Lucy Malone. I just received your message. I have been out of town, I’m sorry for not returning the call sooner.”

“No need. Better late than never.” He chuckles. “Let’s get down to business. I am an agent, you’re new agent. Please come over to my office and we shall discuss this is person. “He says in a hurry.

“I can’t afford an agent.” I say.

    He hangs up and texts me the address. The taxi takes me there. His building is in Times Square. It’s a giant building, all glass. When I walk into the building I go to the front desk.

“Hi I’m looking for Derek Brown’s office. I have an appointment.” I say politely.

“12th floor.” She sounds like she had auditioned for the Jersey Shore cast. She looked like I too. I take the elevator and ride to the 12th floor. The doors open and there is another lady sitting behind a desk. Behind her in big, bold letters it says

BROWN INC. DREAM BIG!

    It hits me. I know where I am. I am at the top talent agencies in the country. He has buildings all over the country, but this is headquarters.

“Hi I have a meeting with Mr. Brown. I’m Lucy Malone.” I say to the little old lady.

“Straight down the hall.” She says filing her nails.

    On both sides of the long hallway are pictures of him and celebrities. Actors, singers, dancers, etc. I knock on the glass door he motions me to come in. He is a tall skinny man with jet black hair. His suit is probably Armani.

“Hi. I’m Lucy Malone,” I extend my arm to shake his hand. He pulls me in for a hug instead.

“I’m sorry. I am professional. I have heard about you and I have been waiting to see you for a while.” He lets me go and smiles.

“Ok. Do I need to sing for you or act out a monologue?” I nervously act; I’ve never done anything like this before.

“What?! No Jones is, was a great friend of mine. We went to school together. Piper is my niece; she sent me videos of you singing and other things.” He smiles walking behind his desk.

“Really?” I sit in the chair next to his desk.

“You have a great voice; you need to practice more of breathing when you sing, but still great.” He says taking notes.

“Thank you.” I smile.

“Now my understanding is that you like more of Broadway then movies and television.” He says.

“I would like to be in movies, but I prefer the stage.” I tell him honestly. My passion is the stage, always will be. 

“That’s good. I think that how we will start you off in the public eye. Here are some scripts and I have a list of upcoming auditions.” He hands me a stack of scripts. I place them all in my bag.