happy you’re so hungry when you hear our dinner plans.” Mark smiled and told her about our reservations.
“Oh my god, my name has been down for a reservation for six weeks!” She squealed. “I can’t wait!”
“Then let’s get to the limo.” Parker grinned. “I sent Serena a text and told her where to meet us. She’s probably already in the car popping a bottle of champagne.”
A majority of the crowd had already left, so we gathered our things and made our way to the exit. Leaving the theater was bittersweet, and I silently vowed that I’d do whatever it took to make my dream come true.
CHAPTER 7
Marion Russo sat behind her desk and stared critically at the proofs from my latest photo-shoot. “Some of these are really fantastic, Kate.” She told me. “I can defiantly work with these. I’m glad you went with Taylor, he’s a fantastic photographer.”
“I agree.” I told her. “I’m glad I spent the extra money to have him do the shoot.”
“Yes, you’re going to find that sometimes, the extra cost is justified.” Marion advised. “How are you doing on money? I know that you had a bit of help, but have you been able to find work?”
“Yes, I’m waiting tables at Orlando’s. I have plenty of waitressing experience and the tips are good.” I told her. “But I’m ready to do what I came here for. What other steps do I need to take to get in front of some casting directors?”
“You’re almost ready.” Marion answered. “I just need to have some of these printed.” She lifted the proofs and handed them to me. “I think we should go with numbers two, six, nine, fifteen, and twenty three. That will give you a nice contrast of expressions and show your range. Do you agree?”
“Absolutely. How long will it take to get the final copies?”
“Taylor works pretty fast for me. If I call him right now, I should have them in hand sometime tomorrow.”
“And then I can go on open calls?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes,” she laughed, “though if I get my way, you won’t have to. As soon as I have the photos, I’m going to bombard my contacts with your portfolio. I know there are at least three roles that are about to become available; there’s one that I’m confident I can get you an audition for.”
“Can you tell me what it is? Or at least what show?” I asked eagerly.
“Don’t share this information with anyone because the actress who currently has the role doesn’t know that she’s being replaced.” Marion warned.
“My lips are sealed.” I assured her quickly.
“It’s the understudy role for Christine, in Phantom.” She said with a grin.
“Phantom?” I gasped. “You mean that there’s a chance I could start my stage career in one of the most iconic Broadway shows there’s ever been?”
“A chance, yes,” she smiled. “It’s just the understudy, but it’s the main character understudy. You’d probably take the stage one matinee a week, at the least.”
“I can’t believe this! It’s perfect; I already know the entire show by heart. I could sing it for you now, if you want.” I laughed.
“That won’t be necessary, but I appreciate your enthusiasm.” Marion laughed along with me. “I must say, Kate, you’re a breath of fresh air. Most of my clients walk in acting like they’re entitled to a lead role. You’re tickled pink at the thought of going up for an understudy.”
“I just want to be on that stage, Marion.” I sighed. I told her about my night at Lincoln Theater.
“Ah, yes, I love Kinky Boots. Arthur, the actor playing Lola, he’s one of my clients. I saw it twice last season.”
“He was fantastic...” I told her. “Everyone around us commented on his performance.”
“I only take the best.” Marion smiled. “You just watch, Kate. Stick with me and soon you’ll be the one everyone’s talking about.”
***
“Order up!” Mario called out from the service window. It was Tuesday afternoon; twenty-eight hours had passed
“Oh my god, my name has been down for a reservation for six weeks!” She squealed. “I can’t wait!”
“Then let’s get to the limo.” Parker grinned. “I sent Serena a text and told her where to meet us. She’s probably already in the car popping a bottle of champagne.”
A majority of the crowd had already left, so we gathered our things and made our way to the exit. Leaving the theater was bittersweet, and I silently vowed that I’d do whatever it took to make my dream come true.
CHAPTER 7
Marion Russo sat behind her desk and stared critically at the proofs from my latest photo-shoot. “Some of these are really fantastic, Kate.” She told me. “I can defiantly work with these. I’m glad you went with Taylor, he’s a fantastic photographer.”
“I agree.” I told her. “I’m glad I spent the extra money to have him do the shoot.”
“Yes, you’re going to find that sometimes, the extra cost is justified.” Marion advised. “How are you doing on money? I know that you had a bit of help, but have you been able to find work?”
“Yes, I’m waiting tables at Orlando’s. I have plenty of waitressing experience and the tips are good.” I told her. “But I’m ready to do what I came here for. What other steps do I need to take to get in front of some casting directors?”
“You’re almost ready.” Marion answered. “I just need to have some of these printed.” She lifted the proofs and handed them to me. “I think we should go with numbers two, six, nine, fifteen, and twenty three. That will give you a nice contrast of expressions and show your range. Do you agree?”
“Absolutely. How long will it take to get the final copies?”
“Taylor works pretty fast for me. If I call him right now, I should have them in hand sometime tomorrow.”
“And then I can go on open calls?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes,” she laughed, “though if I get my way, you won’t have to. As soon as I have the photos, I’m going to bombard my contacts with your portfolio. I know there are at least three roles that are about to become available; there’s one that I’m confident I can get you an audition for.”
“Can you tell me what it is? Or at least what show?” I asked eagerly.
“Don’t share this information with anyone because the actress who currently has the role doesn’t know that she’s being replaced.” Marion warned.
“My lips are sealed.” I assured her quickly.
“It’s the understudy role for Christine, in Phantom.” She said with a grin.
“Phantom?” I gasped. “You mean that there’s a chance I could start my stage career in one of the most iconic Broadway shows there’s ever been?”
“A chance, yes,” she smiled. “It’s just the understudy, but it’s the main character understudy. You’d probably take the stage one matinee a week, at the least.”
“I can’t believe this! It’s perfect; I already know the entire show by heart. I could sing it for you now, if you want.” I laughed.
“That won’t be necessary, but I appreciate your enthusiasm.” Marion laughed along with me. “I must say, Kate, you’re a breath of fresh air. Most of my clients walk in acting like they’re entitled to a lead role. You’re tickled pink at the thought of going up for an understudy.”
“I just want to be on that stage, Marion.” I sighed. I told her about my night at Lincoln Theater.
“Ah, yes, I love Kinky Boots. Arthur, the actor playing Lola, he’s one of my clients. I saw it twice last season.”
“He was fantastic...” I told her. “Everyone around us commented on his performance.”
“I only take the best.” Marion smiled. “You just watch, Kate. Stick with me and soon you’ll be the one everyone’s talking about.”
***
“Order up!” Mario called out from the service window. It was Tuesday afternoon; twenty-eight hours had passed
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