He barely let me get in a handful of the script's words before saying, "You're wrong for Perky, read for Whiney." Another victory for casting professionals, who always seem to know I shine as the put-out bitch. I read for Whiney. Waving goodbye he said, "See you at callbacks!" A brief memo on the day's festivities: No, I am not watching the Superbowl. I went to an audition for a campy play about nuns and now I am happily roasting potatoes. The end.
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