Sam cradled his cup of coffee as he bent over the newspaper. Not as many auditions today as yesterday but he wasn’t too concerned. Plays came and went and a new batch of auditions would come soon.
Certainly his big break would happen before long. He would turn thirty in a few short years and then what would happen to his job as a d**k dancer? With every audition and rejection, he learned more and gained experience and that was what casting directors were searching for.
Talent and good looks.
I’ve already got the looks, I just need the talent, he thought with confidence. How hard can that be? His phone rang.
“Hello, lover,” he said, picking it up.
“That guy’s still texting me,” Joel said.
“What?” Sam blurted out and the other coffeehouse customers turned in his direction. “I blocked h
