Today's round of audition notices-for-the-masses in Hollywood were especially fruity. Today we 20-t0-30-somethings had the opportunity to speak out on our phobia of germs, clowns, or dolls.
If we have a big head, we could receive body painting in service of the big company led by a guileless mouse.
If we look like a realtor, there are many options (note: have we sold a house before?).
Are we willing to commit to a "rape portion" of a script, concluding with "lifelessness"?
Are we the elder of two sea-nymphs?
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