An audition you went on weeks ago decides to call you back. The director was a sweetheart when you first met him and as you come in for your second interview he seems even more caring and nice than the first time. As he hands you a script you begin to read through some lines with him and you begin to realize the script is actually for an adult film. Do you instantly storm out, disgusted by the offer or do you tough it out and continue reading; a role is a role, right?
Finally. It was her first callback in weeks. She had been beginning to actually question her talent when she hadn't heard back from anyone in ages. But this was the nice director -- the guy that seemed almost completely in love with her and everything she had done the day that they had met. Granted, she had completely forgotten what this was for, and she found herself wondering for a brief second if she had ever even known in the first place. That was only a second, before her excitement took over and she quickly forgot about the subject.
When she finally arrived to the man's office, she took a brief moment to straighten her dress and check her makeup in the glass door before breezing inside. It seemed like only seconds before she was sitting in a conference room across from the director. Her hands rested calmly on the table before her and a warm smile was on her face. She had just done this far too many times to be worried about the outcome, or to be nervous. She was a professional. This was her life.
Her calm exterior was almost broken the moment he handed her the script and she paged through it.
Oh. Dear. God.
So much for the role of a lifetime. More like the role for the washed up and untalented. It was an adult movie. A porn. Something where she would literally have to have sex on screen. Something like this could either make or break her. Though it would be more likely to break her, and she had no interest in being a porn star.
This is where her thoughts were focused as she went to slide the script back to the director and politely decline before something inside of her stopped and instead she flipped a page... it couldn't hurt to have the experience with a professional director, right? Just reading for a role didn't mean she had to take it.
The heavy weight settled in her stomach as she gave in and went through the script, still giving the horrible lines her all. After all -- this director definitely had plenty of other friends in the business and she needed to make a good impression. Hopefully there were at least a few outside of the adult industry. She just had to be professional. Acting was acting and it was just another role to read.









