I was only two minutes late to the floor, but Hilda had decided to make me suffer for those two minutes. She placed me on bathroom monitor duty during the midday rush, which was as awful as it sounded. At least it was sort of a mindless task. It was gross, but it required little thought. Which suited me because I couldn't think about anything except the audition.

Yesterday I'd spent four hours, doing lines with Nick Sutter, the leading man, who in person was a little underwhelming and small. Although that might have been because I was now in the habit of comparing every man to Aidan.

The casting director and producers had decided to do a film test after we ran through lines. Russell assured me that was a good sign. As positive as things seemed, I had been working hard to remind myself that it might not happen so that I'd be ready for the death blow.

I patted the pocket of my smock to make sure I didn't drop my phone. It would be just like me to lose the thing and miss Russell's call. I was not supposed to have a phone with me on the floor, but there just wasn't any way I could leave it in my locker and wait until break time to look at it. If the call did come through, I didn't want to hear the fate of my future on voicemail.

I tucked my clipboard under my arm and walked with my head held high past Hilda's bitchy sneer. She wanted to see me looking miserable, but I refused to give her the satisfaction. Hilda was about five years older than me. She'd been engaged to the same man for three years. She talked about planning a wedding all the time, but they never set any kind of date. I figured she was the only one on board with actually going through with it. She was one of those self-important people who went through life trying to prove that they were better than everyone else. I had always been a target for her anger, and I had no idea why.

I knocked on the men's bathroom, pushed the door open and yelled inside. "Restroom inspection. Is there anyone in here?" Unlike the women's bathrooms, the men's were almost always empty. I walked inside and cringed. Even though they were used less, they were still gross.

My phone echoed in the tile room, and I nearly dropped my clipboard. I pulled out my phone. It was a text, which helped slow my heart rate because I knew Russell wouldn't tell me anything important through a text.

My heart raced again when I saw it was a text from Aidan. "Have you heard anything yet?"

I loved that he was thinking about me in the middle of his busy work day. I knew he was feeling a little apprehensive about how my life would change if I got the part, but it seemed he wanted this for me as badly as I wanted it for myself.

"No word yet. But I can't concentrate on anything else. And Horrid Hilda put me on bathroom duty, so I'm standing in the men's room."

"She really sucks. Let me know when you hear."

"I will." I stuck the phone back in my pocket just as a call came through. This time I dropped the clipboard and the pen went rolling across the disgusting floor. I was never picking it up again.

"Russell," I said way too loudly and lowered my voice. "Any news?"

"Well, let me see. If you mean news about the part, then yes."

I waited and assumed the pause meant bad news. I was gearing up for disappointment. My whole body felt as if it was sinking into the ground from the weight of it.

"Uh, earth to Jane, are you still alive?"

I sniffled once and told myself it would only be that one sniffle. Then immediately went to a second sniffle. "I'm here."

"Then did you hear me? I said yes. You got the part, sweetie. Oscar party here we come!"

My squeal circled the room and bounced off every corner. "You said yes you had news, not yes I got the part. I was just about to sink into the drain in the bathroom floor."

"Why the heck is the next silver screen mega star talking to her very important agent while standing in the bathroom?"

"Because I work for a terrible woman," and just as I said it, Hilda knocked and pushed open the door.

"Jane! Why are you on the phone?"

Russell heard her in the background. "God, she sounds awful. I'll call you later. Congratulations, baby, you're on your way."

"Thanks, Russell." I hung up and smiled at Hilda.

That made her even angrier. She grimaced and brought together her dark brows, making her look much older. I was waiting for fire to shoot from her nostrils. She kicked the clipboard. It slid across the sticky floor, stopping right at my toes. "Pick that up. I'm going to the office to write you up right now."

I began unbuttoning the smock, which made her face red with rage. "What the hell are you doing?"

I shrugged out of the smock and dropped it on the floor next to the clipboard. "You can pick it up. Oh, and the pen rolled under one of the stall doors. I quit. Good luck with that wedding." I sidled past her, feeling the heat of her angry scowl on me as I opened the door and walked out.