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The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, monotonous note, stretching the shadows of the three of us at the long table. Hours of bland auditions for our Marilyn Monroe project had left my mind numb and my spirit frayed, especially with Derek’s grating commentary in my ear. Then the door swung open. A young man stepped inside, and the stale air in the room seemed to crackle and rearrange itself around him. Every ounce of my boredom evaporated, replaced by a single, laser-focused thought. Later, as the last hopefuls trickled out, I pushed back from the table, my eyes darting across the emptying space. Just as I was resigning myself to another solitary evening, I saw him, standing there as if he’d heard my silent plea.