69. Ford & Lopatin “The Voices” Channel Pressure [Software]
“I’m alone at the speed of light.”
She was told by the casting director to work on her inflection, but she knew that was just his way of saying he didn’t want one of her kind to get the part. She left the audition like she left every other one, with her head up high but feeling like it was hanging down like Charlie Brown at his most defeated. Refusing to make eye contact with the other women waiting outside the studio doors, she darted for the bus stop as soon as she calculated that she was out of their sight. Tears did not roll down her face and anxiety about where her next paycheck was going to come from did not swell up in her like it did so many of her budding actress friends. “Sad” is the word she’d use to describe her predicament, but she wasn’t sure if she had ever actually been able to exhibit the emotion the word suggested. It had started bubbling up inside ever since the first time she was rejected for being too stiff or for not being animated enough, but her inability to actually act out that which sat at the pit of her stomach only made things worse. As she held onto the pole near the back of the bus, she surveyed the people around her. Even in their blank-faced states they showed symptoms of boredom, disappointment, and/or exhaustion. How were they able to do this without even trying? When the bus came to a surprising and sudden stop while she was daydreaming she lost her balance and conked her head on the pole. The loud metallic sound gave her away. The crowd looked at her, knew she was one her kind (“the builts” versus “the borns” was the latest accepted terminology), and for the first time her brow furrowed in fright.
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