Twist of Fate (Taking Chances #2) - Tia Louise Page 0,41
and smile. “No harm done.”
The girl with the iPad steps out into the waiting room and smiles at us. “We’ll be contacting your agents, so you’re free to leave. Thanks for coming.”
She turns on her heel, but before she goes back inside, Catty pipes up. “Excuse me, but I might be withdrawing my name from consideration.”
The girl’s chin pulls back, and she frowns at him as if he’s nuts. “You know this is a Mining Diamonds joint. It’s basically guaranteed to air.”
“If you say so… I’m not sure how I feel about them allowing porn stars to be in the cast.”
The girl laughs and her voice rises. “Porn stars? Who the hell is a porn star in this cast?”
Catty and Informant both glare at me, and my throat constricts. What the fuck? A weight drops in my stomach, and I turn to the girl.
“I don’t know what he’s talking about. I’m no porn star.”
“I’m sorry. Rammin Rod? Dreamboys?” Catty holds up a hand as he turns on his heel and starts for the door with Informant right behind him. “It’s easily verified. A quick Google search will turn it up. In the future, you might want to do your research before making any callbacks.”
I’m left alone with the girl, who’s lips are parted. She looks like she’s just seen a ghost—or a male porn star. “You know, you are required to list all previous acting jobs on your résumé. It’s a good-faith gesture.”
“I honestly don’t know what they’re talking about.” I hold up both hands, shaking my head. “I’ve never done porn in my life, I swear.”
“Well, if you swear, I’ll just do a quick Google search, and we’ll be done with it.” She tucks a stylus behind her ear and smiles. “You didn’t hear this from me, but it’s looking pretty good for you at this point.”
“Seriously?” The weight vanishes, and I feel like I’m floating on air.
“Chuck likes you, and he has a lot of pull with this casting director.” She gives me a wink before returning to the small room. “He says you remind him of his late friend Paul Newman.”
“Holy shit,” I whisper then quickly add louder, “Thank you!”
She does a little nod before going back to the audition room. I lean back against the wall, trying to wrap my head around this. Paul Newman? That’s like the most amazing fucking compliment of all time.
I practically sprint out of the casting office. I can’t believe it. I’m in! A lead role in a new streaming show by a major production company… or at least a lead role in the pilot for a new streaming show… this could launch my career!
I want to run all the way back to my apartment, but I hop in my car and drive instead. My mind is in the clouds thinking of where this could lead. I think about John Krasinski on The Office or Chris Pratt on Parks & Recreation or all those other shows that led to big-time movie careers. Hell, even Brad Pitt was on Dallas when he was just getting started.
Dashing up the stairs, I think of texting Daisy with the news. It’s been a while since we’ve chatted. The last time was when she sent me that photograph of her with the thousand-dollar teddy bear. Man, so much has happened since then. I’m not sure why we lost touch. I texted her a few times, but she never replied…
“Hello, Scout.” Crenshaw’s level greeting from the kitchen stops me. His arms are crossed, and he’s leaning against the counter. “I’ve been waiting for you. We need to talk.”
“Hey, man! You can say that again. I’ve got some great news—news that means I won’t be late on the rent anymore. I was all but guaranteed a job with this—”
“It’s about that.” My roommate doesn’t smile, and I couldn’t be more confused. “I think you know I’m far from a prude, and I don’t care what you do on your own time. It’s more a matter of safety and the type of people I want in the apartment. How I want my name spread around town, my future brand…”
I look around the room, but we appear to be alone. “I’m not following you. Who are you worried about?”
With a flourish, he pulls out a glossy magazine, and a cold flash hits the back of my neck when I see the word Dreamboys emblazoned across the front in bright red. “Look familiar?”