19380818 14:06:16

19380818 14:06:16

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"Speak up! Please! Start over and speak up - I need to hear you from here!"
"My name is Brittany Nielsen! I am nineteen years old! I-" Here, her voice cracked, and she needed a moment to clear her throat and recuperate before continuing. "I deserve this part because I am willing to work as long as it takes to get the part right!"
"Thank you, yes thank you. Next please."
The stage call was not going very well in the opinion of Peter Mullins. Repeatedly asking for the girls to speak up was not especially new, but usually his request only needed to be said a few times before the rest of the girls understood the point and took it upon themselves to make their voices heard. Of this particular batch, though, there wasn't anyone who he had seen that made a distinct impression on him. One girl had a decent physical figure but was short in height. Another was comparatively the same and taller, but managed to look completely emotionless as she spoke her lines out - as if there was no passion behind her eyes. From one to the next he could give a two-word summary starting with "no" that would describe the fault of each one. No legs. No breasts. No voice. No passion. No control. The only light that he saw at the end of this abysmal group was this young lady who was due to speak at this moment. She was a lithe but healthy blonde with an ample bosom and above average height. Throughout the ordeal, she had managed to keep her eyes directed forward the entire time and did not divert her attention at the other girls as they may have happened to fumble in their speeches or otherwise show signs of boredom. This changed when he just had called for the next girl to speak. Upon hearing the command, she titled her head to face Peter directly, and did so with a determined glide of the neck as opposed to a snap. She also blinked and just as gracefully opened her eyes to make them appear to focus directly upon him before she spoke. Peter sat up and took notice of Helen Allegra.
"My name is Mary Yellowstone. I am twenty one years old. I deserve this part because I have several years of experience in other amateur shows, such as Line Call and Tribute to Tabaris. I have received acclaim for my performances there and elsewhere. I can bring that same professionalism to your production."
Her voice coated the entirety of the empty hall. Peter was able to hear it reverberate behind him. She managed to do with without any apparent strain in her speaking. The acclaim which she spoke of, and that he was aware of, did seem to be justified.
"Yes, I've heard of you, Mary. What was it like growing up with the name of Yellowstone?"
"I guess people always expected me to blow my top."
Her immediate response came with a sultry smile. A few other girls standing in line with her laughed along with Peter at the delivery. He supposed that he walked right into that one, and gave her the perfect chance to recite some kind of line that she had prepared to give at some point, but he was genuinely curious as to how she lived with the name, and couldn't resist but to feel charmed by her humor and strong stage presence.