The hamster, currently rolling in its ball near the meatball sub, squeaked.
I took a deep breath. “What’s stage five?” weirdest-audition-ever-backroom-casting-couch
I looked around. This was insane. I should leave. I stood up. The hamster, currently rolling in its ball near
The couch let out another fart sound. The nun wrote something on a napkin. weirdest-audition-ever-backroom-casting-couch
That’s how I, Marcus Cole, a semi-employed actor with a resume thin as rice paper, ended up in a part of Hollywood that smelled like stale cigars and broken dreams. The address led to a warehouse behind a laundromat. No sign. Just a red door.