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The Hairbrush..

She was 15 minutes late for the audition,she thought to herself as she looked at the door.She had to”push”in order to get in.There were 16 girls sitting in a row straight,some of them were very dressy,the other ones were trying to be one.Nidhi went ahead and sat next to one of the girls who was eating a chip chocolate biscuit and her lipstick was embarked on the half of it.Casual hi,hello’s took place between them and Nidhi was back to looking into the compact mirror she had in her left hand.This was the nth number of times when she was asked “you are a lefty?”.She wanted to give a sarcastic reply but she smiled instead.
Soon,a tall guy with multiple wire like things around his neck came upto them and started distributing a series of pages to all of the 16 girls.
Those were the lines they had to act upon.
Nidhi was given the lines of a murderer in the scene,yes the murderer..a pity soul who kills people.
She was practicing her lines while brushing her hairs and she got so angry while doing so that she broke the handle of the brush due to forced pressure,there lay her hair brush on the floor but before she could pick it up.She was called for the audition.
After 15 minutes inside the audition room she came outside and was informed that the results would be told over the call.She said a polite thankyou and “pulled” the door.She had barely moved forward when somebody called her from behind,she turned over and saw the same guy but this time without the earphones and plugs.
He told her she was not selected,she wasn’t sure how to react on this sudden and straight NO from someone she was not concerned for at all,but she gathered the words in her mouth and asked,”how are you so sure about it?”
He told her about the inside stories of the industry to which she frowned.Her face clearly outshined disappointment and that felt heavy to him to see.
He then continued by saying that he can help her in much more auditions if she wants and would provide her with the details of the upcoming events happening in the vicinity.She saw an array of hope in that boy and moved her to a yes.”Thankyou so much” she spoke to him.In turn he gave her the hair brush which she hadn’t been able to pick.
She had an infectious smile he thought after witnessing it now.
Some twists and turn, here and there,you get to know a person,you get to start a solid friendship on the streets!

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