Sheila Winters: A Short Story

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Sheila Winters had been a casting agent for her own company for as long she could remember. She’s under a lot of stress due to casting for an upcoming horror film, however her main actor for the role recently got into a bad accident and called last minute to cancel. “Jenny! Did Leon ever call?” Jenny? Jenny!” Sitting at her desk, rummaging through a mess of papers she suddenly looks up to notice a stout, unattractive guy with a receding hairline approach her with a rope. “Leon? What are you doing? Where’s Jenny? “Jenny’s dead...and you’re next bitch!” In one swift motion she mock puts the noose up against Sheila’s neck in an effort to pretend to strangle her. “No, Leon. Don’t!,” said Sheila in such a pathetic, unamused tone you would …show more content…

I can wear padding. I don’t mean heavier I mean bigger. I really need this part. I know you do. But you’re not “it”. I need a killer! In an effort to please her he throttles her once more, I need money I haven’t eaten in a week and I need this fucking job! Great. That’s great. But I need someone physically larger. With a tan! On that note, Barry leaves, again failing yet another audition. He exits the office where he is greeted by a line of aspiring actors wielding their ropes and repeating the famous “Jenny’s dead… your next line like a broken record. Walking down a hallway, Barry makes a right to a set of elevators, which like his dream of being an actor is taking longer to get here more than he likes. He repeatedly hits the buttons, before turning around and noticing a bulletin board decorated with advertisements from businesses in the area. One in particular catches Barry’s eye-- a casting call for a theater production of Hamlet. Having nothing to lose and willing to make $250 on the part, Barry takes a number before he heres the ding of the approaching elevator. He races to the elevator, though it shuts him out. A tall man exits the elevator, who if one merely glanced could easily have mistaken him for David Hasselhoff’s

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