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Chapter 8 by Miriam Miriam

Showtime. Time to shine?

Give it your all

{if water = 1}You empty the glass of water and place it on an end table next to the couch. {endif}You slowly stand up, his eyes on you as you do so. You look at him questioningly for a brief moment, and then strut across the screen with as much grace as you can muster. You sway your hips just slightly; it's about all you can do with how little he asked of you. You look at him for confirmation, then step back to your seat.

"Perfect!" he exclaims. "That was excellent". He stands up to grab a notepad from the table and begins writing something on it with a dry erase marker. He then turns around and sits back in his seat, smiling at you.

"You are older than eighteen, correct?", he asks you. The question surprises you, as you had already given plenty of information in the mail; including your age. Besides, you figured it would be obvious enough just by taking a single look at your well-blossomed body.

"Yes, I am", you reply uneasily. So far, this audition hasn't been going the way you pictured it.

"Good. I needed to make sure", he continues, seemingly satisfied. He stands up from his seat and walks over to you, notepad still in hand. "Then let's start the audition right here, right now. I want to see what you look like when you act", he says as he leans over. All of a sudden his face is only inches away from yours, and he has very intense eyes.

You hesitate, pressing your back up against the couch in an effort to put some comfortable distance between the two of you. "Uhm... O-okay.", you stutter.

"Great!", he states, and you can tell he has taken note of your unease. He walks back to his couch, sits down and gets up again almost immediately. Once again he comes to stand right in front of you.

"I need you to take your clothes off", he whispers.

Wait... what?! He wants you to undress?

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