Chapter Thirty-Three: State of the Union
After the photoshoot, since we were downtown anyway, I suggested we stop for dinner at a nice restaurant.I wanted to treat him because he’d made me feel good all afternoon.We stopped at a gourmet pizza place and got a booth.We were in the middle of eating when his phone buzzed.He checked it and smiled.
“Who was that?”I wondered who, besides me, could make him that happy.
“That TV show.”
“Did you get the part?”
“Nobody gets cast right off the bat with open casting calls.You have to go through lots of rounds of them seeing you.They want to see me again tomorrow.”
He hadn’t talked about his first audition.He’d said he didn’t want to say too much in case he jinxed things, so I’d assumed his next call from them would be them telling him he got the part.
“What did you do for the first round?”
“Stood in line, mostly.”
“How many other people were auditioning?”
He shrugged.“Thousands.”
“You must have been there for hours.”
“Actually, no.”He was looking at his pizza, not at me, and that pinged myuh-ohalarm.
“How come?”
“Well, I’m standing in line, and this guy in this thirties starts checking me out.”
“Isn’t he old for the part?”
“He wasn’t trying out.He’s involved in production.He knew my name, and he pulled me out of line.I thought he was gonna frisk me for drugs.”
“Did he?”
“No.He took me to this room that had ten other people in it, and he told me to wait there.”
“Why did he pick you out?”
“I don’t know, but the other people in that room were all experienced actors.I’d worked with one of them in a movie once, and I recognized some of the others.”
“You auditioned in there?”
“No.”He still wouldn’t look me in the eye.“A lady at a desk gave me this weird survey to fill out on my phone.”
“Weird how?What did they ask you?”
“It asked me what I thought about polyamory.I didn’t know what the fuck that was.I had to look it up.”
“And what do you think about it?”
“I don’t,” he said.
“What else?”
