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for
break.
    “You’re lucky the class didn’t stage a coup,”
Joseph said with a smirk as we walked back to our little grassy
area. Xani was already there, waiting for us anxiously . . . well,
waiting for Joseph, anyway.
    “I can’t help it,” I exclaimed, “I’m so
nervous about the audition . . . and excited . . . but mostly
nervous.”
    “June, you’re a really good actress and they
handpicked you to audition. I’m pretty sure they already know they
want to cast you; they just have to go through the process. Don’t
worry, you’re definitely going to get it,” he replied warmly, his
chocolate brown eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiled at me.
    “Thanks Joseph,” I said seriously. I loved
him for always knowing exactly how to clam me down. That’s what
best friends were for.
    For the rest of break I went over audition
tactics in my head while Joseph stared at the ground uncomfortably
and Xani leaned over him. She was talking about the homecoming
dance that was coming up in just two weeks and dropping hints like
her life depended on it. Joseph nodded every once in a while,
trying to look interested without encouraging any more physical
closeness. This only made Xani scoot closer to him and rest her
hand on his knee, turning Joseph’s face a bright red for the
remainder of our break.
    When the bell rang Xani scuttled off to
class, leaving Joseph and me alone. He turned to me seriously and
put his hands on my shoulders so that our brown eyes were locked on
each other.
    “June, you’re going to kill this audition,
all right? Don’t worry about anything. Just be yourself and they’ll
love you,” he said evenly. “And remember not to agree to anything
sleazy just so you can meet Lukas Leighton,” he added as a humorous
afterthought, though I wasn’t sure how much of his warning was a
joke and how much of it he really meant.
    “Joseph, I wouldn’t,” I said, slightly
offended. He just smiled and pulled me into a tight hug.
    “Knock ‘em dead, June.”

CHAPTER 3

    The car ride to the audition only seemed to
take ten minutes, though in reality about forty minutes had passed
since Gran picked me up from school. We both stood outside of the
office building for a moment, staring up at the looming structure
in silent awe.
    “This is it, Bliss,” she said with a slow
nod. “Take it in, because this is the moment your life changes
forever.”
    “Only if I get the part, Gran,” I reminded
her.
    “Details,” she muttered as we walked into the
office.
    After filling out some paperwork and reading
old magazines for a good ten minutes, the receptionist came out
from a back room and said, “Mr. Hill will see you now.” It made me
feel like I was at the dentist office and brought my anxiety up a
few notches. Gran gave me an encouraging nod as I made my way
shakily back into a large office with a long desk in it. Four
people and a fifth man with a small video camera on a tripod sat
behind the desk, staring at me. The man in the center was slightly
overweight, the buttons on his white shirt straining with the
effort of staying closed. Nevertheless, he looked well put
together. The other two men at the table were dressed in a similar
fashion, button-up collared shirts and slacks. A woman sat to the
left of the man in the center. She wore her blonde hair pulled back
into a French twist, her deep purple silk top bringing out the
green in her eyes. It was obvious she was trying to look
professional and sexless so that she could compete in this
industry. The man with the video camera looked like a film student.
He had an artsy appearance that tried to look unintentional even
though you knew every article of clothing he was wearing was
carefully planned out to give him an indie air.
    I walked up to the desk and placed my
headshot and resume in front of them before walking back to the
neon pink tape mark that had been placed on the floor for me. The
people behind the desk all silently scanned my resume while I