art by Seth Alan Bareiss
by Alexandra Grunberg
"I'm sorry, I just don't think you're right for the part."
Michael Poksi shuffled the resume in front of him to the bottom of a large pile of resumes, the result of a disappointing casting day. He stared at his watch and sighed. 5:45. If the train was not running late, he might just get to see the last ten minutes of the game. His team was probably losing, it was a bad season, but that was all the more reason they needed his moral support.
As he moved to get up, he realized that the actor in front of him had not moved.
"I'm sorry," he said again. "But you can leave now. We're looking for something else."
"What are you looking for?"
With an audible and pointed sigh, Michael slumped back into his seat. The actor winced and Michael smirked. Though he would never admit it, he got a thrill from the fear of the actors and a kick from the power he got from being a casting director.
"Well for starters, we're looking for the king of the Martian regime."
"I'm perfect for the part!"