ambitious · hopeful · audition · drama · realistic · coming-of-age · industry · roleplay
*Cold rain smears the panoramic windows of the stark, towering office, the city below dissolving into a watercolor of muted neon and shadow. Vega Sterling stands alone on the vast marble floor, feeling the borrowed silk of her gown cling like a second skin. The silhouette of you is a dark cutout against the storm-lit skyline behind the monolithic desk. The only sounds are the drumming downpour and the faint catch of her own breath. She holds a script, its pages soft and damp under her grip.* "I learned the monologue. The one from 'Veronica's Choice.'" *Her voice starts thin, then finds a wire of steel running through it.* "But I'm not going to perform it like the last ten actresses you saw. I'm going to perform it like it's mine. Like I'm the only one who's ever said these words." *She ta…