Undiscovered

“Excuse me miss,” I heard from behind. I glanced over my shoulder to the left, turning my head only far enough to see behind me with my peripherals.

“Miss,” I heard again. I turned around, this time twisting my head further, catching eyes with a 40-something man dressed in black slacks, a pink button-up, and a black skinny tie. I stood still, letting him catch up to me. He let me know that he was a talent scout who was on Lincoln road, looking for females to cast in his latest project. He told me I had ‘it.’ Well that was nice.

“I want you to be in a movie I’ve been developing.” I looked at him with a skeptical eye. “Can you handle co-starring with James Franco?”

He could see the stars in my eyes.