Moia drove into the the asphalt lot across the street from the yellow brick building and swung her six-year-old Toyota into a marked space.
Panic crawled up her spine.
It's just another audition, she told herself. You know the routine--you've been auditioning since you were a kid so it's big deal. You either get the part or you don't, and if you don't, there's always another audition around the corner.
But this wasn't Hollywood or New York--it was small-town Texas, and she wasn't a kid trying out for a role as somebody's tag-along little sister. She was an adult, twenty-six years old, and this was the first day of a three-month trial for her to be herself, Moira Miranda Farrar, with no safety net whatever. The Bosque Bend Theater guild had signed her on to direct their upcoming production, and if she could pull it off, they'd keep her on permanently.
And if they didn't? No. that wasn't an option. She had to keep this job. Everything depended her success, not only for her, but for her family, just as it had been since she was four years old when Gramp had discovered that she had a freakish memory and a gift for mimicry. With his disability stretched to the limit, she'd become the major support of their family......
German: der Schauplatz
You can figure that one out on your own!
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