Susan sat in the reception area. Her back straight, knees and ankles tightly together. Her gaze rested on her purse placed precisely in the centre of her lap and her delicate hands were folded neatly on top.
She glanced up at the clock and sighed. It seemed like she had been waiting for hours, but in truth it had only about 30 minutes.
Sighing again, she let her gaze move around the room. There were other women waiting to be seen. She looked at the woman sitting directly across from her who chewed noisily on a wad of gum. She dissected the woman’s features. Eyes outlined with dark, heavy makeup. Lips painted on with a deep red. Skin that at first glance appeared flawless but on closer examination showed years of hard living and many lines. All this surrounded by waves of bleached blond hair. The woman’s breasts were outrageously large and bursting from her blouse that was far too small. Her skirt was shamefully short and rode high on her thighs leaving nothing to the imagination. Susan realized she was staring, and blushing, jerked her gaze back up to the woman’s face only to meet hard cold eyes staring back. A smirk crawled across the woman’s face, like she had some dark little secret.
Susan quickly looked away. She observed that all of the women in the room seemed to be cut from the same mold. The only difference between these cookie cutter women was the colours of their tight tops and short skirts.
Mother Nature called now and Susan rose from her seat and swayed gracefully across the carpeted reception area to the ladies room. She passed a woman who was now on her way out of the office that Susan was patiently waiting to be invited into. The woman looked unhappy. This could be good for Susan and she allowed a faint smile to play on her lips. She opened the door and entered the brightly lit room.
She moved across the floor to the last stall in the line. She went in and closed the door behind her and hung her purse on the hook on the door. She lifted her skirt, lowered her white cotton panties and sat down.
Absolute quiet, which meant she was alone.
With relief she let go and emptied her bladder.
She pulled 5 crinkly folded sheets out of the dispenser and wiped herself dry then standing, she turned around and flushed the toilet, took her purse from the hook and opened the stall door. Her solid heals clicked on the tile floor and echoed around the room as she walked to the sink. She put her purse on the counter beside it and ran the water.
As she washed her hands, she glanced up at her reflection in the mirror. Honey blond hair neatly coiled into a soft bun at the back of her head, stray strands framing her beautiful face and perfect skin. She dried her hands with the rough paper and reached into her purse and quickly touched up her full lips with the soft pink she bought just the day before. She dropped the tube back into her purse beside the photo of herself she had taken the week before in one of the photo booths in the mall. She snapped her purse closed and quickly picking it up she accelerated out into the dimly lit reception area hoping that she had not missed them calling her name.
There were fewer women waiting now.
She no sooner got seated when a burly man sporting a day’s growth on his face leaned into the room from the aforementioned office and called.
“Susan, Susan Christianson.”
She quickly got up and a wavering smile flashed across her face. On legs that now felt like rubber she crossed the room towards him. He smiled back and ushered her into the office.
He pulled out the chair for her and she sat down, crossing her long legs. She smoothed her dress back down over her knees.
“Thank you for being so patient Susan.”
With no shame he began to devour her with his eyes. Taking in every young, fresh inch of flesh he could see, which wasn’t much, thanks to the dress she wore, but he had a vivid imagination and her curves were still evident under the sweater dress she had worn.
She felt his gaze and shifted in her chair feeling a bit uneasy reminding her that this was one step towards her dream. So many actresses had started out this way. At least that’s what she was told when she made the initial call to the number she found on the page that plastered itself against her leg in a gust of wind the previous week.
LOOKING FOR NEW FACES FOR THE REMAKE OF A CLASSIC FILM
It was like fate, she thought as he started to speak again which pulled her back to the present.
“ I saw your screen test and I have to say I was very impressed. You say you have never acted before?”
“No.” she replied.
“Just some plays in high school but I loved it and have always wanted to pursue a career in it.”
“Well” he spit out.
“Say hello to the start of that career then. The lead part in the remake of ‘Debbie does Dallas’ is yours. Congratulations!”
He walked around the desk and shook her hand. She smiled feebly at him and he guided her to the door.
“My secretary will call you next week with the details.”
Susan now feeling a wave of mixed emotions floated past the woman she sat across from earlier who watched her go.
The woman pulled a worn picture of herself out of her purse and looked down at it.
Soft smile, perfect skin. Warm eyes
It was the picture she sat for in one of those photo booths the day of her first casting call.