Leo stumbled to his feet. “Buyers? For what?”
She almost smiled. “It’s not a casting, Leo. It’s a room .” She unclipped the rope. “Third door on the left. Don’t speak until you’re spoken to.”
She ticked a box. “Know what this is?” backroomcasting brooklyn
“I… I’m an actor,” Leo said, his voice cracking. “I do improv. I can give you a monologue.”
“Leo Castellano.”
“Name?”
He talked until his throat was raw. The man in the suit never blinked. The cameras whirred softly. Leo stumbled to his feet
When Leo finally stopped, the room felt different. Lighter. Or maybe that was just the bulb overheating.