"Now that's all we want," concluded Mr. Debris. "I'm going to stand here
and tell you approximately what to do, and you're to act as though I
wasn't here, and just go on do it your own way. You needn't be afraid
we're going to judge this too severely. We simply want to get a general
idea of your screen personality."
"I see."
"You'll find make-up in the room in back of the set. Go light on it.
Very little red."
"I see," repeated Gloria, nodding. She touched her lips nervously with
the tip of her tongue.
THE TEST
As she came into the set through the real wooden door and closed it
carefully behind her, she found herself inconveniently dissatisfied with
her clothes. She should have bought a "misses'" dress for the
occasion--she could still wear them, and it might have been a good
investment if it had accentuated her airy youth.
Her mind snapped sharply into the momentous present as Mr. Debris's
voice came from the glare of the white lights in front.
"You look around for your husband.... Now--you don't see him ... you're
curious about the office...."
She became conscious of the regular sound of the camera. It worried her.
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