“Well, let's see what you can do.” I'm confused again. As always. “What am I supposed
to do?” I ask. “I see you have many talents on yourresume; dancing, singing, and you
act? Anything will do.” says the man. I start to sing.Then I stop, thinking about the note
from yesterday. “I'm sorry, I'll do something else”I cover myself up. I am doing method
acting right now. I chose a superhero to play. Helets me recite all of two lines then says,
“ I've seen enough.” I'm relieved, believe it or not.He walks out of the room. I follow. We
made it back to where they were recording. Mr.Cleanwalks in, by himself surprisingly.
He walks over to me and says, “ Who are you? And whyare you here?” For the love of
God, makeup works wonders. “Lora,” I say. “Good, let'sget to work.” He responds. I
followed him to the runway room. He picks up a boxand remarks, “ Let's get you in
some heels. Have you ever walked in them?” “No I havenot, but I wear a size 7.” I told
him. He holds out a pair. They’re blue and sparklyand the heel is pretty high, and
skinny. After I put them on, I held onto the wallin fear of falling. He says, “ Blue stiletto,
5 inches. Remember that for your next fitting.” Iam 5’3, so being tall for once in my life
is a change. He tells me to come on, so I can getthe script. I still have heels on so I
hoped he was joking. But he turned around and initiatedthat I hurry. So, as I struggle
down the hallway, embarrassed, and hurting, thesepeople think it's cute to take a
picture of me. I make it to the acting room wherehe hands me the script. I finally stop
and ask him the question I've been meaning to ask.“Where is Lizzie?” He acts as if he
didnt hear me. I throw the script on the ground. Hesees that I'm serious. “Look, it
doesn't matter, you're the lead now. Just learn yourlines and be prepared for tomorrow.”
Mr.Clean says deviously.
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