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Quincey
I hadn’t shared with Nate about the casting or the show, but I talked to him about finding an agent. I reached out to a few I knew from before, and so did Nate. I considered asking other dancers, but Matt was right. If I was going to go in for that casting, I wanted it to be a surprise. There was a risk reaching out to the agents I did, but I knew most would keep it close to the chest. Or I was hoping. One agent from Nate’s contacts suggested meeting at the football game instead of a whole separate dinner.
I wasn’t a football fan, but I was game. It seemed more low-key than a dinner, and Nate would be there.
I didn’t know why that helped ease my nerves, but it did.
“So this friend who’s playing, how do you know him?”
We were driving there now, and the traffic was horrible.
