I pull it out of my pocket and see it’s my agent. Odd to get a call from her after 6 p.m. I look at the time and see 7:32 p.m. Huh. Are they going to drop me? My heart is beating fast. Please don’t drop me the night before I move in with my girl. “Josh here.” “Josh, it’s Marci.” “Hey… yeah, I know. What’s up?” “I just got the call about that Toyota spot you auditioned for last week. You booked it.” I stop walking, nearly colliding into a guy who was pedestrian-tailgating me. “What the fuck!” he says. “Then don’t follow so close!” I yell. To her, I say; nicer, “Say that again.” “You booked it. You booked the Toyota spot.” I hold my head, look down at the sidewalk and turn in a circle. “You’re shitting me.” She laughs, “No. I’m really not. You have a wardrobe fitting on…” But I cut her off by whooping and hollering and jumping in the air with a fist pump like you would not believe. “I BOOKED IT??! Oh my God – Marci, I’m moving in with my girl tomorrow!
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