Acting up

Chapter 3

"Alia Jones?"

I looked up quickly as my name got summoned.

"You're next," she said before turning heels and clattering away. The empty corridor amplified the sound sending it reviberating down to my already nervous stomach but not before realigning my heart to pump to its beat.

I let out a shaky breath and wiped away at my sweaty palms. Damn Jeff had not said I would have to audition for the part. It was just as well I did not sleep with the scumbag. Thinking of him in anger gave me the courage I needed to go through this. So I rose to my wobbly feet and begun my own stillettos driven clatter accross these polished floor boards. The auditorium was ancient. As ancient as the first two derelict I came across sitting in the front pew.

Were these the men I was to impress? If so I really shouldn't bother. From my short but intense career in hunting for acting jobs I had come across many derelicts conducting auditions and never have I secured a role in either of them. I had better chances with the down on luck producers and the young wanna be's.

I turned determinedly to face the man standing before me. He held a piece of paper before him and I was to respond to his dialogue. Having already memorised my lines I held no papers with me.

The assistant called out"Take one and action."

"I am here to fuck my wife," said the man before coldly and without expression. I hid my nervous tremble and replied.

"Your wife...she is not here."

"You are my wife. I would fuck you," he said unperturbed. I didn't hide the outright trembling that shook my frame...and my voice with it.

"You! ...You are no husband of mine. You left me. Me... for that tart. Go fuck her!"  I exclaimed under my breath without any heat. My voice was low and cold. As cold as the chills that ran down my spine. I was shivering...shivering from reaction to  the cold that was settling into my very bones. "You're the devil's spawn and I will not be dealing with the likes of you again. Let alone... let alone fuck with you," I gritted out finally glaring hot daggers while holding myself ridge.

"Cut!"

I released a pent up breath and with it my shoulders lost its rigidity. I shrugged it to loosen it up further.

"Thanks you, Miss Jones," said the ancient dismissively. I nodded my head and tossed him a smile I hoped was not grim and then I made my way back to the waiting room. I was informed that as this audition was for a small role and out of schedule I would be alerted of the outcome straight away. I took that to mean what it very likely did ...that this was a mere favour somehow owed to the undeserving Jeff and that they had humoured me and would now send me home packing.

After all I was not stupid. That dialogue belonged in a script for a lead not a small on the side token part I was led to expect. But professional curtesy had me staying. Taking my seat and waiting. Afterall, with no one else about they might just provide me with some valuable feedback.