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blow out a breath up my face in an effort to cool myself down.
    Trevor, the landlord, looks horrified, and I’m sure there are actual tears in his eyes as he scopes out the mass of actors, directors, fill-ins, make-up, prop guys, and that’s just a portion of the throng of people taking over his pride and joy.
    I hadn’t taken into consideration how many people would audition for the barman’s part. I’m a little downhearted because I know Tilly doesn’t like me, and knowing her, she’ll give any amateur the part just so she doesn’t have to give it to me. I walk out from behind the bar to put my name down for an audition.
    A bloke sat at a table looks up at me when I approach.
    “Name?” he barks.
    “Frazer McNeil,” I answer, still scanning the room to see if there’s anyone I know.
    I blink when a clipboard is shoved towards me. “Fill this in.” He sounds like the automated voice on my Sat-nav. So much so that I’m dying to ask him to say, ‘You have reached your destination’ just to see if it is.
    Taking the pen he holds out towards me, I gawp at the length of his fingernails. They’re bloody feminine. Buffed to a shine, too. Pink would definitely be his colour - ooh or maybe a soft mauve. A couple of gems would look nice too, sparkling against the varnish…. What the fuck , Frazer? You’ve only lived with a girl one night! Shaking away my thoughts, I chastise myself and plonk into one of the hard plastic chairs lined up on the back wall.
    Forms make my balls ache, and I sigh as I press pen to paper and start to jot down all the information required. It’s a generic form, and quickly finishing, I hand the paperwork back to the guy and take the name badge he thrusts back at me, almost stabbing me to death with his talons in the process.
    “You here for the barman’s part?”
    I turn to see a guy around my age regarding me. He’s chewing on a giant strawberry lace, biting down on it and stretching it out in front of him. The smell of strawberries is rife and I have to step back a little.
    “Yeah,” I answer. “You?”
    He nods, scanning the room. “Few here. None I’ve come across before, though. Although I think Tilly wants someone non-descript for the part.”
    “Really?” I may be in with a chance now.
    “Mmm, she reckons those with lots of experience get a head on them. Divas, I think she called them…”
    “Oh-my-fucking-God!”
    I jump back when hands pinch the tops of my arms and I’m spun around. The whole room goes silent and I stare in shock at Daisy who’s now started screeching at the top of her voice.
    “Frazer McNeil!” she squeals. “The sofa guy!”
    “What are you doing?” I hiss under my breath.
    “Fangirling.”
    “Eh?” She’s gone mad. She must have. But then again, she did have great sex this morning. My cock’s enough to send anyone crazy.
    Tilly strolls over to us. Colour spreads over Daisy’s cheeks and she stares in awe, her huge blue eyes growing ever larger the nearer Tilly gets to us.
    “You know him?” Tilly asks Daisy.
    I’m flapping my hand about behind Tilly, trying to gain Daisy’s attention, but she’s too star struck with Tilly.
    Without speaking, Daisy thrusts her head up and down, her manic grin making Tilly step back slightly. “You’ve seen some of his acting?” Tilly asks. Her eyes are narrow, her expression suspicious.
    Daisy appears to shake herself off and nods again as her eyes move back to me. “He’s the guy in that sofa advert. Me and all my friends adore him. He’s so perfect, so handsome, and he’s just so natural.”
    “At selling sofas?”
    Blinking at Tilly’s amused tone, Daisy appears a little hurt. I know what she’s trying to do, and while I’m mortified because of what I just learned from the guy still stood beside me, I’m also a little moved by her sweetness. She’s obviously trying to help me get the part, and even if she’s wrecked my chances, I still find myself smiling softly at her