“I’m nice,” Samara defended.
“Areyou?”
“I can–” Samara stopped. “I’m particular.”
“You don’t say,” Dana replied with a smile.
“People confuse particular with mean.”
“Sometimes, itismean, though,” Dana argued.
“Maybe. But I’m not being nice to you because I’m going to have you fired. What would give you that idea?”
“Well, your food hasn’t been right a couple of times, and I’m the one responsible for it. Then, today, during the audition, I…” Dana stopped and reached for the glass of water she had poured herself from the tap.
“Is that regular water fromthere?” Samara asked, pointing to the sink behind Dana.
“Uh… Yeah. Why?”
“You drink tap water?”
“I do. Why?”
“Dana, tap water isn’t the cleanest water in the world, no matter what they tell you.”
“Maybe not, but we can’t all bathe in a mountain spring every day.”
“I just meant that you could get sick on this stuff, and there’s bottled water. Drink my bottled water.”
“I’ll be fine. I grew up here. I drink this water every day,” she replied before taking a sip. “And I stopped by your trailer, like you asked, so there are six bottles of your special brand of sparkling water in this fridge now. I told a PA to have your trailer restocked, too.”
“Bless you,” Samara said on a breath and picked up the glass of water that Dana had poured for her.
“Anyway, about the audition… I just wanted to apologize.”
“For what?” Samara asked, and as she took her first bite, Dana waited for her reaction. “It’s fine, Dana.”
“Thank God,” she replied, exhaling, causing Samara to laugh a little. “And for touching you. That’s what I meant. I got a little carried away. I know we both said we’d be okay doing the dance scene, but that didn’t mean I needed to take it that far.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The touching. The under the shirt thing. And I’d been about to kiss you on the neck, too, like the script said, but you were right to pull away then.”
“Oh,” Samara said. “I pulled away because the song was supposed to end. That’s all.”
“That’s all?”
Samara looked down and nodded.
“So, I’m not in trouble?”
“Dana, you were acting the scene,” Samara said, looking back up at her. “That’s what you do in an audition. I’m glad you got carried away. It meant you gave a great audition.”
“I did?”
“Yes, absolutely. I don’t know about the role yet, who they’ll give it to, and I don’t want to get your hopes up, but I think you have a good chance.”
“Because I’m here already?”
