Nov 15, 2019
And you say, "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you.
Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to
If I could change the way that you see yourself
You wouldn't wonder why you're here, they don't deserve you"
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And you say, "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you.
Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to
If I could change the way that you see yourself
You wouldn't wonder why you're here, they don't deserve you"
*heart eyes and sighs* Namjoon
Ursa Minor
He stood there, in front of the full length mirror, staring at his reflection. He could almost hear the clock ticking in concert with his racing pulse. He was in the best shape of his life. The cut of his charcoal gray suit was impeccable, the pattern of his tie subtle, yet striking. He had a full head of hair, his big brown eyes were sincere, and his grin, infectious. He looked good. He knew he looked good. And yet he was completely paralyzed, unable to break contact with the image in the glass before him. He was running out of time.
“Honey? What are you doing? Are you ready yet?” His wife called out from the hallway. The sound of her voice broke through his paralysis and he quickly turned his back on the mirror, at the same time grabbing the ends of the subtle yet striking tie and yanking it from his neck in frustration. He needed a different tie.
“I’m almost ready. I just have to try one more…” He rushed past his wife in the threshold where she stood gazing bemusedly at the shirts and pants and ties and jackets strewn across the floor and tossed haphazardly all over the bed.
“Honey,” she began, “you really don’t have time for this. Your audition is at 11am. You don’t want to be late.”
“I know, I know,” he called out from inside the closet. He reemerged with his hands full of ties. “Which one do you think? The red or the blue? Or what about the yellow stripes? Wait. Have you seen that paisley one you gave me for Christmas last year?”
“Sweetie.” She walked over to him and selected a random tie from the castaway collection on the bed. It was the same one he had been wearing. Gently, she wound it under his collar, and around his neck, securing it in a perfect Windsor. She had done this so many times before. She then placed both hands on his cheeks, cradling his face. “Look at me. Take a deep breath and stop fussing. This one is perfect. You look perfect. This part is a breeze. We both know you could act your way in and out of this paper bag with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back. You will get this role.”
He looked down into the loving eyes of the woman he had married at the height of his acting career. When he was a star. She loved him then and she loved him now when he couldn’t even land a gig hocking hemorrhoid cream. He’d been on hundreds of auditions since moving to this soulless town. And it was the same thing every time. Great job, great job. You look fantastic, really slimmed down, eh? We all loved you in that jungle movie. But, uh, unfortunately you’re just not right for this part. Better luck next time. And then there was always the final insult the Wait, before you go, do you think you could… He forced the humiliating images from his mind and focused on the beautiful woman looking up at him with nothing but love and support.
“God, I love you, woman. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Her eyes lit up and she snickered, “I suspect you’d just have to go tie-less.” She stood on tip toes and kissed the end of his nose.
“I really need this to happen.”
“I know.”
“No. I mean, I know you know, but I don’t know if I can keep doing this. I really need….”
“You’ve got this,” she interrupted, “You can do this. This is your movie already. But you have to actually get there on time to get it. I love you, always. No matter what. Now, get the heck outta here. You don’t want them waiting for you.”
He thought about it on his drive to the studio. She was right. It really was a paper bag worthy role – a paper bag shaped like a giant uterus wrapped in a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. The story of a single guy raising his sister’s son after she dies tragically of cancer, the script actively made him cringe. It was contrived and sappy, the very best of what Lifetime Television drama for women had to offer. What could have been an utterly human, simple, raw portrayal of pain and love was none of those things. But the fact was, he needed the work. He needed to get his name back out there. It may have been a B movie, but at this point in his career his was almost certain that he had fallen off the letter scale entirely. He could do this. He would do this.
He waited nervously in the hallway outside the audition room, pacing and mumbling lines under his breath. They’d sent him several scenes to look over and he’d memorized them all. After what seemed like forever, the door opened and a woman holding a clip board popped her head out.
“Mr. Baloo? They’re ready for you.” He followed her in. The room was bare except for a long table at one end. Two men and another woman sat behind the table with piles of papers and multiple grande coffees spread out before them. The woman with the clipboard shut the door behind him and took her place with the others.
“Hello. I’m Jeanine, the casting director. To my left is Michael Sims, our producer, Christopher Moss, the writer, and Susan Duran, our director. Today we would like you to read for us the flashback scene of Mark returning from work and Lisa telling him she needs him to take Danny because she isn’t going to make it. Here.” She gestured at some papers in front of her.
“That’s ok. I’ve memorized it.”
“Excellent. When you’re ready.”
He turned his back on them and closed his eyes. He inhaled.
Exhaled.
Inhaled.
Exhaled.
He turned around and opened his eyes.
“Lisa, no. I’m not taking, Danny. I’m saying no and no and no again. Not because I don’t love you and not because I don’t love Danny. There are no words for how much I love the two of you. You are my little sister. I’ve looked after you our whole lives. I will never, ever stop looking after you. But I’m not taking him. I’m saying no because you are not going to die. You can’t die. You can’t leave me and Danny here alone. We need you. You are the only thing that keeps us together. You’re the glue, Lis. You’re the glue. We can’t do this without you. So you have to fight. You have to fight this. Please, Lis, please. Don’t give up.” He didn’t realize it, but he had fallen to his knees and he was crying. “Please,” he whispered, “please.”
For several long moments, the room was silent except for the sounds of his choppy breathing. He gathered himself, stood up and dried his tears.
“Thank you,” he addressed the panel. “I really appreciate this opportunity.”
“A moment please.” The fours heads leaned towards each other and began whispering frantically behind hands raised to cover their mouths.
Baloo stood before them awaiting their verdict. He had nailed it. He knew it. He had just given what was probably the best audition of his life. His heart was thumping so hard and fast he was certain they could hear it from across the room. This was his moment. This was it. Finally, this was it. He couldn’t wait to tell his wife. God, he loved that woman.
Jeanine stood up.
“Mr. Baloo, that was wonderful, absolutely wonderful! We are very impressed and knew we would be as we’ve all seen your previous work. You were fantastic in that jungle movie. You really are very talented. Unfortunately,” she paused and Baloo felt his heart contract, “you’re just not right for this role. Thank you so much for your time and we will certainly keep you in mind if anything suitable comes up.”
“Thank you,” he said with great calm and composure, “it was a pleasure.” He turned towards the door. He was numb. He could no longer feel his heart beating in his chest. He could no longer feel anything. The world narrowed down to the ten steps between himself and the exit. Ten steps. He could do that. He could nail those ten steps. He could act as though none of this mattered, as though this was just another day in the life of a Hollywood actor for ten more steps.
“Oh, Mr. Baloo! One more thing…” Jeanine called out. “As I said, we’ve all seen and admired your previous work. Do you think, before you go, you could do that dance for us? The one from the movie?”
Baloo looked back at them for long seconds.
“Sure. Why not.” He grabbed the ends of the subtle yet striking tie his loving wife had knotted in a perfect Windsor and slowly pulled it free of his collar as he began humming.
“Look for the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities. Forget about your worries and your strife. I mean, the bare necessities, old Mother Nature’s recipes, that bring the bare necessities of life…”
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