A crocodile, chameleon, and bee walk in wearing business suits. Charlize follows them.
Agent 1: *Talking on his cell phone* Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well then we're walking. I want 5%, or we're walking. WALKING!!!!!! 2.5%, and a free hot tub? You got yourself a deal. *Hangs up, looks at the Casting Director* My client wants her own dressing room along with her usual salary, 10% of the box office, and a bowl of skittles at every rehearsal.
Charlize: Chocolate covered skittles.
Agent 2: Are you sure? That's a little disgusting.
Charlize: Chocolate covered skittles, or I walk!
Agent 3: This is not negotiable.
Casting Director: I'm sorry, this is a community theater. No one is getting paid, let alone, a cut of the box office.
Agent 1: Uh, give us a second. *Backs up, and talks to Charlize, and the other agents in a circle*
Neither the Casting Director, or Roger could hear what they were saying, until...
Charlize: I won't!
Agent 2: But if you think about it-
Charlize: I won't back down on this. Skittles, or I walk. SKITTLES, OR, I, WALK!!!
The agents turned around to face the C.D. again.
Agent 1: My client will work for half her usual salary, 5% of the box office, but a bowl of chocolate covered skittles must be at her door before, and after every rehearsal.
Charlize: It's part of my process.
Casting Director: I'm sorry, have you ever worked in a community theater before? There's no money involved.
Agent 1: We're walking!! Walking!! Go, go go!!! *Pushes everyone towards the door*
Charlize: *Turns around* Just FYI, I once dated a man, and his dad hated me, so I totally get this Juliet girl.
Agent 2: It's true. Charlize had abusive parents, and her lifestyle was similar to that of Juliet's.
Charlize: This, is, CRAP!!! *Leaves with Agent 1, and 2*
Agent 3: You just made a mistake. Charlize Finegold is going to own this town. *Leaves*
2 B Continued
Agent 1: *Talking on his cell phone* Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well then we're walking. I want 5%, or we're walking. WALKING!!!!!! 2.5%, and a free hot tub? You got yourself a deal. *Hangs up, looks at the Casting Director* My client wants her own dressing room along with her usual salary, 10% of the box office, and a bowl of skittles at every rehearsal.
Charlize: Chocolate covered skittles.
Agent 2: Are you sure? That's a little disgusting.
Charlize: Chocolate covered skittles, or I walk!
Agent 3: This is not negotiable.
Casting Director: I'm sorry, this is a community theater. No one is getting paid, let alone, a cut of the box office.
Agent 1: Uh, give us a second. *Backs up, and talks to Charlize, and the other agents in a circle*
Neither the Casting Director, or Roger could hear what they were saying, until...
Charlize: I won't!
Agent 2: But if you think about it-
Charlize: I won't back down on this. Skittles, or I walk. SKITTLES, OR, I, WALK!!!
The agents turned around to face the C.D. again.
Agent 1: My client will work for half her usual salary, 5% of the box office, but a bowl of chocolate covered skittles must be at her door before, and after every rehearsal.
Charlize: It's part of my process.
Casting Director: I'm sorry, have you ever worked in a community theater before? There's no money involved.
Agent 1: We're walking!! Walking!! Go, go go!!! *Pushes everyone towards the door*
Charlize: *Turns around* Just FYI, I once dated a man, and his dad hated me, so I totally get this Juliet girl.
Agent 2: It's true. Charlize had abusive parents, and her lifestyle was similar to that of Juliet's.
Charlize: This, is, CRAP!!! *Leaves with Agent 1, and 2*
Agent 3: You just made a mistake. Charlize Finegold is going to own this town. *Leaves*
2 B Continued
