My first instinct is panic. Second is disbelief. Third is horror as the magazine begins to tremble in my hands.
"You're crazy," I say. "I can't audition for anything." I need more classes, have to go to school.
Don't I?
Piper snorts, smacks my shoulder. "Don't be a p***y," he says. "Besides, we're all here to help you."
Not all. I can feel Bianca's eyes boring holes in my head. And thank her as her negative attention straightens my spine, gives me the little surge of temper I need to see this through.
"Let's do it," I say.
I'm swept into a whirlwind of activity when they find out I'm not only without a resume, but I also don't have a current headshot. Miller dives for his laptop, hunching over the keyboard with eager fingers. As I dictate my feeble acting experience-though I refuse t
