Auditions My Pizza... - Adultauditions 23 12 29 Nina

She closed her eyes. What do you actually want? Not what a director wanted. Not what an audience expected. What did Nina want?

“Nina,” he said, shaking her hand. “Thank you for coming. Today’s audition is simple. You will order a pizza.” AdultAuditions 23 12 29 Nina Auditions My Pizza...

Nina picked up the provided burner phone. She dialed a small Brooklyn-style joint three blocks away. A tired-sounding man answered. She closed her eyes

Nina set the box on the steel table next to D’s untouched sausage-and-mushroom. The cameras whirred. Not what an audience expected

The studio lights were too hot, but Nina didn’t mind. She’d learned long ago that discomfort was part of the frame. What made her pulse tick faster today was the word on the call sheet: Audition . Not for a scene, not for a role, but for something stranger.

He walked over, peeled a single slice from her pizza, and took a bite. “You’re hired,” he said, mouth full. “Not because you were sexy. Because you were real . That’s the audition, Nina. You passed.”