Actress [h.s]

Ch. 8

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"I'm not connecting here. Why have we changed our minds?" he asks me.

"Maybe I was too pushy before and..." he stops me.

"Harry what is this about?" he demands.

"Catilin is better, she's hot, and she can play the part."

"Who the hell is Catilin?" he asks. I guess he hasn't been updated about any other actress besides Iris. And I just want to see Catilin act again.

"Wait, when are callbacks?" I ask him standing up. He checks his watch.

"Right about... now." I fast-walk out of his small office and jog around the studio; I come to where it says 'Callback Here'. About ten girls are lined up behind the door with scripts in hand. The director is sitting in his chair going over notes. I walk up beside him.

"Can I join you?" I ask sitting down.

"Do I have a choice?" he has list of people in his hand. I grab the list and he gets up,

"I'm going to be right back then we can start up again with... this." He doesn't go far. My eyes scroll the list and there's her name, Catilin Carver. He comes back with two coffees in his hand.

"You want to call the next one, I only just started?" he asks me.

"Yeah." I answer, he tries to direct me to the girl he was previously on.

"Umm... I was right here-" I ignore his attempt to help me.

"Ashlynn Monroe." I say in my best directors voice.

"Well shit." He says taking the firs sip of his coffee and setting mine down next to me. She enters the room.

"Tell us about yourself." He says sitting up.

Iris POV

I'm about done with browsing the web and decide to go on my phone. A call comes up and the name is Claire.

"Hello." Muffled talking and mumbling is heard.

"Hello? Claire?" I ask.

"Who is this?" she asks.

"Iris... where are you right now?" I ask her concerned.

"I should be at the studio soon." She is starting to lose connection.

"Oh... Alright I will talk to you soon then." The line goes dead again long before I could finish. I throw my phone onto the soft cushion across from me and run my fingers through my hair. Someone then enters the trailer.

"Oh." She jumps at my presence. I raise my eyebrows waiting for her to speak.

"Mr. Lowe wanted his mail to be delivered." I stand and grab the pile of mail from her. She continues to stand there,

"You need something?" I ask her in disgust. She rushes out of the trailer, the door slams behind her; I stare at it thinking about how fucking rude I was. I set the mail on the table and begin to rub my eyes. Another person enters his trailer; standing in the doorway,

"More mail?" I say searching through Jake's mail.

"No I'm looking for umm..." I look behind me; a tall cute guy is looking on one of Jake cards.

"Jake Lowe." I answer for him. We make eye contact and I go back to snooping through his mail. I come across a couple of papers held together by a paperclip.

"Yep that one's me." He says suddenly behind me causing me to jump. I read the headline aloud,

"New client!" I say in shock.

"Well I have to go." He is halfway out the door, I turn around and wave goodbye smiling a little bit. I pick up the file.

"Forrest Taylor?" I read.

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"New client!" I yell at him.

"Good god you scared me! You actors really are snobs." He says looking at me. I give him my best diva face, making him look away.

"I thought I needed it, I mean it's been a while." He continues to make his espresso. I grab an apple and bit into it.

"But I thought I was your only client for a long time." I say with my mouth full.

"Iris it has been a long time. And its not like I will pay more attention to him, you guys are totally different. Maybe collaborate do a movie, show, and a commercial together. It'll be nice." He says leaving me with frustration and a half eaten apple. I roll my eyes at him and leave the snack room into the studio. Two guys soon come up to me,

"Hey callbacks are going on and no one is supposed to be around." I clench my eyebrows.

"What why?" I ask him again.

"You heard me. You need to get out of here now." He says again.

"Okay I'm sorry. No trouble." I say walking away. I move closer to the exit then I turn into the huge section of studio that I usually don't get into. I grab a gray cart and start to push it towards a door that says 'Callbacks Here'. A few people pass me and I look away not revealing my face. I hear chatter from inside the room and get closer to listen in.

"Can I have your email?" the director says. Her skinny ass gets a paper and jots down a couple things.

"Email, and phone number." She says handing it to them and smiling. Harry stands and pulls her into a slow and weak hug; when they finish he grabs the paper from her.

"Son of a bitch." I say to myself, the girl starts to pack up her stuff and they all start to leave. I push to cart rapidly ahead of me. I run into the snack bar knocking over all of the food. I move from behind the cart and grab them picking them up.

"Wait... Iris I don't think you is supposed to be back here?" Harry says from behind me.

"Shut up." I say rolling my eyes at him.