The Final Mile
Mary Emerson was at the end of her rope, the suspense was killing her. She hadn't heard from her agent in almost two weeks. The results for her audition should of come in by now what was taking Danny so long to call. At that very thought the telephone rang.
"Hello." Mary managed to get out.
"Mary, it's me Danny, sorry it's taken so long to get back but-" Danny began.
"But I just slipped your mind. What were you too busy doing that you couldn't call for two minutes and say yay or nay?" Mary raved.
"First off lower your tone. Secondly I myself just heard from the studio. Last I've been out of town, my mother died. So if you don't mind you can stop worrying about yourself and start getting into your character. You start Monday morning." Danny replied.
"You're kidding me right? Did I seriously get the part? Oh my gosh this is great, thank you so much Danny I promise I won't let you down." Mary said just before hanging up.
This had been what she's been waiting for Mary thought after hanging up. So why did she feel so bad about it? Why did she have a gut feeling that something bad was going to happen because of this part?
Monday morning couldn't have come sooner. The minute Mary walked into the studio people were telling her where to go and what to do and when to do it. It was all so overwhelming, but she loved it.
"You must be Mary, right? The one the director gave the lead to since your so called agent bribed him." The blonde girl next to Mary said.