"Jamie!" George clasp his hand tightly "Such an unexpected pleasure for you to join us."

He smiled.

"Really George, you guys don't have to… you know - "

"Jamie, you're the author! If this takes off like we think it will, you're going to be even bigger than you are now."

He spotted her, and patted the other man on his back. "Okay, well uh… I'll talk to you gentlemen in – actually, why don't you just give me a call later."

Cathy glanced up to see Jamie walking towards her.

Party time.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Can we maybe… step outside or something?"

She nodded. He held the door as they walked into the hallway.

"Hiatt?"

Oh dear.

"It seemed necessary."

Damn it, Jamie, I had to. Did you want me to make a scene? And what's the problem with it anyways? It's not like I've been Mrs. Wellerstein for some time now.

"You did well in there."

"So did you."

"but I'm not up for the lead"

"You can't honestly tell me I'm still being considered."

"I can't honestly tell you that you're not"

"They can't afford to make a scene with this."

"Do you realize the amount of publicity this could get them?"

"There is such a thing as negative publicity, Jamie."

He laughed. "Not really…"

She sighed, frustrated. "Look, I'm going to go."

"Okay then. See you Wednesday."

She turned. "Excuse me?"

"Callbacks. They're Wednesday."

"Jamie, this isn't right. You shouldn't be - "

"Alright, alright, I get it. I'll stay out of it." He smiled. "See you Wednesday."

She watched him turn and rejoin the other men in the audition room, letting out a massive breath of hot air. Stomping her old character shoes obnoxiously, she exited the building.