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Isabella left the backroom, the cold winter air a welcome respite from the tension that had built up inside her. As she walked away from the casting agency, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would she land the role she had auditioned for, or would she have to continue searching for her big break?

She stood, took a breath, and delivered the monologue with all the fire and fragility her training allowed. The words poured out, and for a few minutes the backroom became a stage, the metal chair a throne, and the dusty light a spotlight. When she finished, there was a brief, heavy silence. -BackroomCastingCouch- Isabella -16.01.2017- rq...