‘ ‘ere, gimme your number, I will ring you if I know of any castings or auditions.’
I thought about this for a moment. ‘Can I have my twenty quid now please?’
He reached into his pocket, as if too exhausted to move and handed me the twenty pound note. He sat one row in front, to the right of me, no more than a metre away. It was very…. It was gross but funny too! For a moment I wasn’t sure it was real, it made me jump back in my seat. Maybe I would I thought. He smelled. You can’t blame him for that, and you can’t blame him, for YOU thinking him fat and gross.’
‘Gosh… ‘Lucy, would you come here a moment I have something for you.’
I turned and walked toward Pete, he was standing at his front door, holding a twenty pound note above his shoulder, as if out of my reach. He slouched back against the window, his huge fat gut in front of him, his greasy, black, un-kept hair and dirty looking skin made me feel itchy.
