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Chapter 3

The Audition–Tchoweski

achel was ready in good time on Friday. She wore a pale-blue

R cotton blouse teamed with a long, cotton, navy skirt with a
pretty, white floral design.
“Good luck,” Vanessa said, giving her a brief hug.

“Thanks, Ness. What are you doing?”

“Joe’s coming round. Might try to get him into bed.”
“Vanessa!” Rachel realised that her voice was accusing. Heck, I’m
beginning to sound like her Mom, she scolded herself, then added, “I

thought you didn’t really like him that much.”

“Oh, it’s early days. I might enjoy breaking him in. Anyway, you
better get going, or you’ll be late.” With that Vanessa unceremoniously
pushed Rachel out of the door and closed it.

Outside, Rachel shook her head but smiled. Much of what Nessie

said was just that, words; she wasn’t really as wild as she liked to make
out. But she did have that reckless streak within her, which bothered
Rachel a little.

Rachel took a cab to the casting director’s offices, situated above

a row of retail outlets off the east end of the Hollywood Boulevard,

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