With no application, no portfolio, and no idea what she's auditioning for it doesn't start well

Bria stood uncertainly inside the cubicle, recovering after a moment to attempt a confident look. The fact that she was the only one in the cubicle gave her the time needed to arrange herself on the uncomfortable folding chair.

"I'm Zachary Abrahamson," a voice said, and she turned in her seat to see a short skinny young man with a big nose and a wispy goatee enter the room. He paused to look her over, his steely grey eyes flicking up and down through his wire-rimmed glasses before he walked around the table, setting a large stack of papers down.

"Bria Juergens." A slight smirk fought its way through her composure as she eyed the 'man'. Really Zachary was a boy, she thought, unaware that he was in his late twenties and well on his way to being the next hot-shot producer.

"This portion of the process is where you fill out the paperwork, show me ID and portfolio, and we weed out those who don't fit our needs."

"Uh, what are your needs?"

"Flexible, is what they are," he said, squinting his eyes in what was probably supposed to be a glare. Sighing he decided to elaborate. Even if she was obviously a german descendant maybe he shouldn't write her off right away. "Obviously you didn't pay any attention to the information you were given or the application."

"Application?" she repeated, with a sinking feeling.

Zachary's eyes closed and he rubbed the bridge of his overly large nose. "You didn't fill out an application?"

Bria shook her head. "I was going to the beach and saw the crowd."

"So you thought you'd waltz in. I suppose you don't have a portfolio either?"

Bria shook her head, unconsciously biting her lip a little as her composure began to crack.

"Well, perhaps we should end things here. After all, we don't want to waste each other's time, and there's a long line of women out there who did pay attention to our needs and do want to be famous."

"Famous? I want to be famous, I just didn't know about this until I got off the bus."

"Off the bus?" he repeated slowly, giving himself time to think. She was beautiful, and she might fit the potential needs of the show. "Tell me, are you German?"

Bria blinked, but rallied quickly, giving him a dazzling smile. "Why yes, I am. Or, well, my grandparents were. They came to America in 1946."

Zachary nodded, making a little note. Bria took this as a hopeful sign, and leaned forward, pressing her arms together to enhance her cleavage. "Surely we can get around all this 'portfolio' and 'application' stuff somehow?" she asked with wide eyes. She even licked her lips, although that was strictly a nervous gesture she wasn't even aware of doing.

"Well," the producer slumped a little in his seat as he mulled the options, splaying his legs in a suggestive way. "Maybe you could convince me." He waited to see what she would do.