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cattle call, when I saw her again. She was
wearing the same clothes–I wondered if it
was the only decent outfit she owned. I
was reading a magazine, but she sat down
next to me anyway.

"Did you get called back for that high
school thing?" she asked.
"No," I said.

"Neither did I. I’m Jessie."

"I’m Pam."

The receptionist called my name then. I
felt a rush of pleasure at being called
first–this woman wasn’t all that far above
me after all. "Listen," she said as I
stood up. "If I get called next, wait for
me and we’ll go to lunch. I don’t know too
many people in this town."

"Okay," I said.

She did get called next. I waited, and
when she came out she offered to drive us
to a coffee shop in Westwood.

I had already pegged her as someone very
much like myself, just barely getting by
on bit parts and commercials and
waitressing jobs. So I was surprised to
see her walk up to a white BMW and turn
off the car alarm. She must have noticed
my expression, because she laughed. "Oh,
it’s not mine," she said. "I rent it for
casting calls. You have to play the game,
make them think you’re worth it."

I’d heard this before, of course. In an
image-conscious town like Hollywood every
little bit helps. A fancy car isn’t enough
to land you a part, though, and I wondered
if she had any acting ability to back it
up.

I got in the car and she drove us to the
restaurant. When we were seated she looked
directly at me and said, "So. Where would
I have seen you?"