Alice was halfway through folding laundry when her phone buzzed across the bed.
Unknown number.
She hesitated before picking up. "Hello?"
"Miss Alice Morgan?" A woman's brisk voice crackled through the line.
"Yes, this is she," Alice said, straightening unconsciously.
"This is from Paramount Studios. You applied for the supporting female lead in Scars of Yesterday, correct?"
Alice blinked. She had sent in the audition tape weeks ago on a whim, barely expecting a reply. "Yes… that's right."
"You've been shortlisted. We want you to come in for a live audition tomorrow at eleven. Do you accept?"
Alice nearly dropped the phone. "I—yes! Yes, of course."
"Good. Bring your ID. Address will be in your email shortly. Congratulations."
The line clicked off before Alice could even say thank you.
She sat frozen for a second, staring at her reflection in the dresser mirror. Then she grabbed the pillow next to her and screamed into it.
An audition. For a real movie.
