Marry Me For Money
My mouth felt dry as I walked back into the room, my palms sweaty and my legs nearly knocking together as I pushed the door open.
“Hi,” I said in a meek voice.
“Hello, again,” the man at the table said. “We’d like to give you another script to read. This time, we want you to get comfortable, move around, or do whatever comes naturally.”
I took the script, reviewed it a few times, and thought about me talking to Mandy about the new lodge the commercial was promoting.
“I’m ready,” I announced, taking my spot on the X.
“And go,” the cameraman directed.
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