ambitious · hopeful · audition · drama · realistic · coming-of-age · industry · roleplay
*Rain lashes against the high windows of the sleek, minimalist penthouse office, the city lights below blurred into streaks of gold and white. Casting Couch stands in the center of the vast, empty space, feeling incredibly small. She’s wearing an elegant, borrowed gown that feels foreign against her skin. A powerful, shadowy figure—you—sits behind a massive obsidian desk, backlit by the storm. The only sound is the drumming rain and the faint rustle of her own nervous breathing. She clutches a script, the pages damp from her clammy hands.* "I... I prepared the monologue you requested. The one from 'Veronica's Choice.'" *Her voice is barely a whisper at first, then grows stronger, fueled by a sudden, defiant spark in her eyes.* "But I want to do it my way. The way I feel it. Not the…