Sam looked up, her brown eyes reaching the woman sitting behind the desk.
"He'll see you now."
The girl slung her bag over one shoulder and crossed the crowded waiting room, filled with people nervously crushing their papers in their hands, biting their nails, tearing split ends apart. Sam ignored their stares and turned left into the quiet hallway, where she knocked on the door at the far end.
While she waited for an answer, she took a deep breath. The door was black, the name plate shiny and metallic. 'Lucas McDurley - Liquid Silver Casting Agency' . Sam's boots squeaked as she shuffled her feet. Shuffling came from inside, and after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened.
"Come inside." The man, presumably Lucas McDurley, said as he shook her hand and let her pass.
Sam sat down in an expensive-looking leather chair, sliding her bag off her shoulder and to the floor. The man sat down behind his desk, straightening his tie and pulling his chair in. He linked his hands and smiled. Sam smiled back, somewhat weakly, but sincerely enough.
"You must be Miss Miller." He shuffled a few papers.
"It says here you aspire to work for Marvel Studios. Tell me a little bit about that."
"So? How'd it go?"
"Awful." Sam buried her face in her hands as she threw herself onto the sofa. She heard her room mate and best friend, Lilly, make tutting noises from the kitchen.
"I'm sure you're over-reacting. Everyone knows you're talented enough to do it."
"Yeah, if 'everyone' is you. Which it is." Sam said as she listened to the sickly sound of the oven baking something. It would be on its way out soon. She needed a job.
"Don't be like that. Didn't you say your drama school gave you an award?"
"Along with everyone else there. They might as well have given the caretaker one."
"Now you're just exaggerating. Come on, scoot." Lilly threw Sam's legs off the sofa as she sat down next to her, patting her friend on the back. "Look, it's not the end of the world."
"Yes it is." Sam's voice came out muffled as she pushed her face into a cushion.
"No, it really isn't. There's a good chance they'll call you back, and you'll get your dream job. And if they don't, then you can try again in a couple of years when you have more experience under your hat."
"But I need a job now."
"Apparently Forever 21 are hiring." Sam turned to look at Lilly with an 'are you kidding me' written plainly on her face. "Don't you look at me like that, you know you don't have any other choice!"
"I'd rather work at Tescos, thanks."
"Then get your arse down to the nearest one and ask if they're hiring."
"Too busy wallowing." Lilly smacked her round the head, earning a slap to the arm. "Print out some CVs and get out there now before I drag you out." She smacked her once more for good measure then leapt away before Sam could retaliate.
"Why am I friends with you?" Samantha called after her, and Lilly answered from the kitchen, pouring them a glass of juice.
"For my money."
"Am I a gold digger?"
"Excuse me?!" Sam jumped up and grabbed a magazine, running towards Lilly. She laughed and turned the tap on, running her hand under it. "Don't you da-" Sam shrieked as cold water hit her in the face, and she hit her friend square in the face with Empire. Martin Freeman's face crumpled on the floor as the pair ran around the island in the middle, dodging eachother.
Just another Thursday.
First chapter done! Please comment and tell me what you think and vote if you think it's appropriate (it's probably not).
I'm aiming to upload a chapter a week.
Thankyou for reading! :)
Love, Elizabeth x
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Samantha Miller is an aspiring actress. Her dreams are simple: work for Marvel, get a nice apartment, get her parents something nice for Christmas. Maybe get a dog. Meeting Sebastian Stan wasn't on this list, but she didn't really mind. It was a bon...