Script

Three.

I curled my hair and sprayed it as I placed two pieces of hair from the front of my head, to the back.  Misha was at work and Lexy was snoring into my pillow from lack of sleep.  She'd gone out partying and met a boy. That's all I'm going to say about that. 

I grabbed a stray pillow from beside me on the brown hard wood floor and proceeded to toss it at her face.  She was drooling all over Misha's pillow.  "Oi! Wake up." I shouted at her as I grabbed my car keys.  I made sure my black tights were on nicely.  I snatched my Castiel trench coat in which Misha bought me for Christmas and placed it over my red sweater. 

She sat up groggily and looked at me unamused.  "You disturbed my beauty sleep."  Lexy yawned and stretched.  Her tan arms poked out from underneath her electric blue nylon sweater. 

"Good. Now let's go.  I don't want to hit the lunch rush." I exited the room with her shuffling behind me.  We reached the door and I placed on my black ankle boots.  I placed the keys in the ignition of my very own white Dodge Charger.  Good job Misha.  You know how to please your Fiancé for Christmas.  It was used, but whatever.  Still sexy.  It was a 2010 Dodge Charger SXT in white.

The engine purred to life and I put in drive.  It takes us ten minutes to get in town, of course we both are addicted to Tim Hortons coffee, so it took us five minutes to get through the drive through and we made it just in time for auditions. 

I walked through the door and towards the two seats that were spared.  A few eyes widened as I walked in. A few squinted thinking I looked familiar.  In which, I do.  I do look familiar because of all that advertising they did all over Canada and the States along with England and Brazil.  Erik had got a loan for SPN... He used it well.

Lexy sat down beside me and flipped through her phone.  A few of the women gave me dirty looks.  They all were at least 20+.  Lexy looked at them and gave a look that could kill lions.  It was almost like she was a mother bear protecting her cub.

It was scary.

The two women that were giving dirty looks immediately looked away and turned red. 

A man in his mid fifties came around and handed out sheets for everyone to fill out.  All our previous job information and things of at sort.  He came around to me and he blinked twice.  "Veronica Issac? Aren't you working for Supernatural still?"

I cleared my throat and looked at him shyly.  "Not right now sir.  Not until the baby's popped out." I grabbed the pen and jotted down everything. 

He took the papers back once everyone was finished and called us in by last name. 

Three girls went before me until I was called. I kept reading the script over and over again.  If read it all night.  Hell, Misha was telling me to shut up because it got in his head. 

As I entered, Lexy followed close behind like a cheetah ready to run at something and kill it.  I'm quite serious, she had handcuffs in her purse.  The man led me into a small room and I stood in the centre of it. 

"You're Veronica Issac?" A lady at the table in front of me asked

"Yes."

"The form says that you're eighteen and you're currently working on the TV show Supernatural on the CW?" She asked again.

"Yes miss."

"Two girls have already lied saying they've been on a TV show.  Do you have proof?"  Lexi tensed from beside me.  Obviously this lady didn't know jack from shit.  I grabbed my phone and searched up Supernatural season 12.  My face popped up on the screen with Misha, Mark and J2's.  I handed her my phone and she nodded.  "Okay. Proceed.  Whenever your ready." She said a little pleased.