Liplovinman
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Billy Childers walked out of his office, looking over the sea of women waiting to see him. Immediate smiles and primping occurred as almost every head turned to greet his arrival.
'Dammit,' he expelled, 'Would this day ever end?'
He caught the eye of his assistant and help up a hand, he was not interested in hearing a name called out, or rolling through another half assed audition by another pretty girl who wanted her name in lights, just because she had the looks. Nearly every one of the women waiting was attractive enough to get a rise out of the male population, but could they hold their attention, or would it falter the minute they opened their mouth to speak.
"Listen up, everyone!" He hated these kind of speeches, almost purely because he was forced to give them. If one woman had shown enough talent, he would have excused the remainder. As it was, few had made it past a few lines before being dismissed.
"Playtime is over ladies! If the class and ability of this group is on par with the past 20, this film will NEVER get MADE!" He noted the startled look on a few faces. This at least was progress.
"I need some depth here, some feeling, emotion, A N Y T H I N G ! If you cannot give me SOMETHING, then find the door now! I will not put up with any more feeble attempts on my watch. Find your motivation, find your through line and give me something to GODDAM experience!!!" He held up his hand again and slammed the door as he walked back into the audition space. His assistant would give a speech of her own, maybe even some suggestions, before admitting anyone else into the room. They should be prepped and ready to knock him off his chair, that; or this screenplay was going back on the shelf.
'Dammit,' he expelled, 'Would this day ever end?'
He caught the eye of his assistant and help up a hand, he was not interested in hearing a name called out, or rolling through another half assed audition by another pretty girl who wanted her name in lights, just because she had the looks. Nearly every one of the women waiting was attractive enough to get a rise out of the male population, but could they hold their attention, or would it falter the minute they opened their mouth to speak.
"Listen up, everyone!" He hated these kind of speeches, almost purely because he was forced to give them. If one woman had shown enough talent, he would have excused the remainder. As it was, few had made it past a few lines before being dismissed.
"Playtime is over ladies! If the class and ability of this group is on par with the past 20, this film will NEVER get MADE!" He noted the startled look on a few faces. This at least was progress.
"I need some depth here, some feeling, emotion, A N Y T H I N G ! If you cannot give me SOMETHING, then find the door now! I will not put up with any more feeble attempts on my watch. Find your motivation, find your through line and give me something to GODDAM experience!!!" He held up his hand again and slammed the door as he walked back into the audition space. His assistant would give a speech of her own, maybe even some suggestions, before admitting anyone else into the room. They should be prepped and ready to knock him off his chair, that; or this screenplay was going back on the shelf.
