Friday, February 11, 2011

WAITING ON SUPERMAN


I walked into the small, yellow audition room and stopped twelve feet in front of the cheap plastic fold-out table.
There were three of them sitting in there, bored, distracted, glancing at their watches.
The big heart inside my chest was pounding on the rib cage, hoping this was the one. CopyBlogger

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