(I like to give Sarah a hard time, for some reason, I guess. Maybe will do some others.)
"Where are you taking me?" Sarah demanded. "What is this place?"
"Wardrobe," Bridget told her. "Look...I thought you hit it out of the park...but he has something else in mind for you. You know what they say, there are no small parts, right?"
Wardrobe turned out to be a room with a mirror, chairs, and two makeup artists. The two looked her over. "I think maybe we went overboard...maybe a bit too stereotypical teen bitch..." One mused.
"Wait a minute," Sarah said, as they sat her down in the chair and started taking off her makeup. But she felt...unable to not cooperate.
Bridget waited, before she got a call on her headset. "Yes...oh, okay." She turned to the two makeup artists. "She's bumped from 4th...but he's going to give her 35 on the call sheet as a consolation. That role isn't fleshed out, but it has possibilities. We need you to get her and the other girl ready ASAP, okay," she said, heading out.
"Which one is 35?" one of them asked. They pulled a clipboard and looked. "Okay...just go behind there and get undressed...we'll bring you your new outfit."
Sarah followed directions, going behind a screen. As she took items off...her sandals, skirt, top...they took them from her. Finally, a garment bag was placed on the hook next to her. She opened it. "I'm not wearing this..." she exclaimed.
"That's the role, dear..." One of them called.
At the same time, another girl entered the room.
