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Chapter 3 -
Rachel was ready in good time on Friday. She wore a pale-
“Good luck,” Vanessa said, giving her a brief hug.
“Thanks, Ness. What are you doing?”
“Joe’s coming round. Might try to get him into bed.”
“Vanessa!” Rachel realised that her voice was accusing. Heck, I’m beginning to sound like her Mom, she scolded herself, then added, “I thought you didn’t really like him that much.”
“Oh, it’s early days. I might enjoy breaking him in. Anyway, you better get going, or you’ll be late.” With that Vanessa unceremoniously pushed Rachel out of the door and closed it.
Outside, Rachel shook her head but smiled. Much of what Nessie said was just that, words; she wasn’t really as wild as she liked to make out. But she did have that reckless streak within her, which bothered Rachel a little.
Rachel took a cab to the casting director’s offices, situated above a row of retail outlets off the east end of the Hollywood Boulevard, paid the driver, and then climbed the two flights of stairs somewhat nervously. An excited nervousness!
She came to a door bearing the sign ‘Tchoweski Inc.—Casting Directors’, knocked, and then went inside to find herself in a small reception area. In complete contrast to the dingy hall in which the first audition was held, this place had a smart, modern feel to it and an air of professionalism.
I must be the first to arrive—at least, there’s no one else around. Or am I late? She checked her watch in some concern. Thank goodness. I’m a couple of minutes early.
“Ah, Ms Starr.” Rachel jumped. She didn’t notice an office door to her right opening or the casting director standing in the doorway. He was much bigger than she remembered, but of course he was sitting at the earlier audition.
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