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They emphasised her slim figure and long legs. She’d left her hair loose

so that the dark brown curls tumbled well below her shoulders and,
as usual, wore little in the way of makeup. She was always grateful for

a God-given beauty—well, since becoming aware of such things as a
teenager—needing little to augment her looks. A light application of

eye shadow and mascara to heighten the effect of wide brown eyes, plus
a delicate shade of pink for her lips, usually sufficed.

Of course, for clubbing or other nights out, she would pump up
the volume some.

Rachel shifted her position slightly, only to send her props bag
crashing on to the floor. She looked around apologetically, but no one

seemed to have noticed, so she bent to retrieve it and set it beside her
again. She brought the bag, containing a number of potentially useful

items, to all her auditions, once she experienced the first few. Just in
case.

She took a deep breath to try to collect her thoughts and
concentrated on the sides.

Despite having been one of the first girls to arrive, she was almost
the last to be auditioned. She approached another makeshift desk

occupied by the casting director and his assistant and handed over the
form giving her particulars together with details of any previous acting

experience—in her case a small appearance in a TV ad some months
back as well as parts in productions put on by the acting workshop she

attended for two years before coming to Hollywood.
Rachel noticed the casting director eyeing her with undisguised

approval. Nothing unusual; she soon learned to ignore the feeling she
often experienced at auditions. One of being in a cattle market!

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