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Britt Lind
a book bubble about
Deception
Mystery, Thriller & Suspense
Author Insight
Against All Odds
In the past few years and especially in the past few months the way we actors audition has changed drastically. Back in the day, agents would go by producer’s offices and try to get us auditions. Then maybe ten people would be called in to read for the director and producer, they would decide who they want and that was it. Now, thousands of actors submit over the internet for every role. Casting directors sift through the headshots, an untold number are asked to make audition tapes which must abide by strict guidelines, then we send them to our agent who sends them on to the casting director who decides which ones will be seen by the director and producers who then make their choice. I feel sorry for young actors entering the business in this day and age. The odds are against them. They have no chance to win over directors and producers with their personality as well as their talent. But time marches on and unfortunately that’s just the way it is.
Book Excerpt
Deception
MARYSVILLE, WISCONSIN
The musty aroma of hay and manure permeated the air in the half-lit barn, surrounding Josh with a warmth and security he felt nowhere else. He was seated on a bale of hay with Sullivan, his Golden Retriever pup, snoring softly at his feet and the rats in their cage by his side, munching on carrot sticks and lettuce. The secondhand guitar that his mother had saved up a whole year for out of her small salary at the beauty shop to buy him for Christmas was cradled in his lap.
It was funny how he could express his feelings so much better by singing and playing his guitar than by talking to anybody. He knew he would go to a big city some day and become famous, although nobody had heard his songs yet. But for now, it made the pain he felt sometimes when his parents argued hurt less.
He was surprised that they hadn’t been mad at all about the rats and had pretended that nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day. He looked around at his animals and at Lottie, Bessie, and Gertrude standing in their stalls contentedly chewing their cuds. He sighed with a contentment of his own, and before his father came out to take his after-dinner swig from the bottle he kept behind a loose plank in the barn, Josh felt the beginnings of a new song coming on.
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