I scrambled into a waiting room full of hopeful actors.  A friendly face looked up and waved me over to an empty seat next to him. “So, when are you going up?” I asked. “Soon,” he said. A few steps away, a glass door swung open.  A lady with a clipboard called out a name, and my friend stood up. “Break a leg!” I called up at him as he walked by. He gave me a thumbs-up as he crossed in front of the clipboard lady. The lady followed his line of sight to me, then looked down at her...
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