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‘ You go up to the fourth floor, turn right, go to the end of the corridor, and there's a door at the dead end. A lot of auditions for short films take place there. ’

I told her, «Thank you» when I was already in the middle of the stairs, from where I met her. I ran up to the second and third floors, doors all around, and no one was there; the corridors were empty. I quickly ran up to the fourth floor, turned right, ran to the end of the hallway, and saw the very door. When I was as close to the door as possible, I saw the announcement that the casting call was over. I knocked on the door and started pushing the knob down, when suddenly a man opened the door. He was shorter than me; he had gray hairs in his stubble, and his cap was pulled back with a visor.

‘ Can't you see what's written? ’ he asks in a gruff voice.

‘ I do, but it's still casting time, ’ I say.

‘ We've already found the actor! ’ said the man and closed the door.

I wasn't going back as fast as I was going up. I was frustrated, going through the floors and the closed doors. Thoughts like: «Your place is a theater», «Stop, cinema is not your thing» and things like that. When I got down to the first floor, that girl was still standing by the stairs, reading something in her papers.