“She’s not in her trailer right now. When the PA called to tell me how mad she was, she told me she’d be in one of the rooms they rented out behind the main row of trailers.”
“Any idea which one?” Dana asked.
“She didn’t tell me, so just ask someone in their office. The food is hot now. Go.”
Josh picked the knife back up and waved it in the direction of the door.
“Fine, but stop waving that thing at me. One day, you’re going to lose control, and I’ll end up with four toes or something,” she said and grabbed the aluminum foil container she’d just put together for Samara Barber before heading out the door.
Their catering area was set up at the far end of the set, but there was a main kitchen in town where everything was made and then driven over. The food she currently held had technically been prepared thirty minutes ago, but she’d kept it hot the whole time, and as she carried it, Dana felt the heat nearly burning her hand. She hurried down the concrete path that was not much larger than a sidewalk, past all the trailers, until she saw the door to the small building behind them.
“Oh, hey. PA?” she asked a woman walking by.
“Assistant director,” the woman replied, sounding a little annoyed.
“Sorry. Um… I was told Miss Barber is in a room somewhere. I need to bring her this.”
“I don’t know. Probably. There are auditions going on, so, yeah.”
“Okay. Thanks,” she replied, despite that piece of information not being helpful at all, and opened the door.
Dana was now in a hallway, with a door immediately on the right and one on the left. Several more doors lined up the walls a little farther. Then, she heard voices and saw that the door up ahead on the right was open.
“Hi. Sorry. What?” a female voice said from behind it.
“I just…” someone else said.
“We were going to sit here,” another female voice said.
“Oh. We can share, can’t we?”
“Yeah, uh… no problem. Bray.”
“Stella,” the first woman replied.
Auditions. Dana had put it together then. She’d read this script. Gwen had gotten it for her from Linden, who’d gotten it from Asher, who had gotten it from Sophie, who’d gotten it from her girlfriend, Bryce. Someone was auditioning in there, but that didn’t make any sense. They already had their Bryceand Sophie, or rather, their Bray and Stella.
“Let’s skip the middle part with the friends,” someone directed.
“Okay,” the second woman said.
“Just start where Bray says, ‘You,’ to Stella.”
“You?”
“Oh. I live here. So does she.”
“Yeah? Cool. Do you live…together?”
“No, we met tonight. Not like that. Not like we’re here together or that we’re–”
“We’re friends,” the third woman interjected, and Dana assumed that was either the director or maybe the casting director filling in.
“So, you live here?” the woman playing Bray asked.
“Uh… yeah. I moved back about four years ago for a job.”
“Back?”
