Big Break

While you are resting on Thursday night. Suddenly, your phone rings, jolting you out of your thoughts. You look at the screen and see that it's Bobby, your agent. You hesitate for a moment, but then answer the call.

"Hello?" you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, Melissa, it's Bobby. I got you an audition with my friend Ricky at a studio. Are you available tonight?" he asks, sounding excited.

You feel a wave of excitment washes over you.

"Yes, I am," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. You can't believe your luck - an audition with Bobby's friend could be your big break.

"Great, I'll send you the details," Bobby says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "Just one thing, though - you'll have to meet Ricky at his place. He's a bit of a recluse, but he's a genius when it comes to directing. The door will be open just go in."

Your heart sinks a little - meeting a strange man at his house isn't ideal, but you push down your fears.

Bobby gives you the address and tells you to wear something nice. You agree, feeling a sense of dread in your stomach. You hang up the phone and head to your closet, staring at your clothes with a feeling of hopelessness. You pick out a simple black dress and a pair of heels, trying to look as professional as possible. You take a deep breath and look at yourself in the mirror, trying to push down the anxiety that's building up inside you.

You grab your purse and head out the door, trying to keep your composure as you drive to Ricky's house. You arrive at the address Bobby gave you, and your heart races as you see the large, imposing house.

You park your car next to several other vehicles in the driveway, feeling a pang of anxiety as you wonder how many people are inside.

You take a deep breath and walk up to the front door, noticing that it's slightly ajar. You push it open and step inside, calling out for Ricky. There's no answer, but you hear the sound of footsteps coming from the back of the house.

You follow the sound, making your way through the dimly lit hallway. The walls are adorned with old movie posters, and you can't help but feel a sense of awe as you pass by them.

Your heart is racing, and you're trying to keep your composure as you make your way deeper into the house. Suddenly, you hear a loud noise coming from the back of the house. You quicken your pace, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

As you enter the room, you see a man standing in the corner, his back turned to you. He's wearing a suit and holding a glass of whiskey. The room is filled with smoke, and the smell of cigars is overwhelming. You can feel your heart beating in your chest as you approach him.

"Ricky?" you ask, your voice trembling.