The Edge of the Frame
ACT I The audition room was on the fourth floor of a building on Sunset that smelled like bleach and desperation, the kind of place where the waiting room had a poster of a casting call from 2003 tacked to the wall with tape that had stopped sticking three years ago and now just hung there, curling at the corners like a leaf that refused to fall. Tanya Brooks sat on a plastic chair that wobbled...
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