Height? Five-five. I'll add a half-inch. She'll wear good pumps. Age? She's 20, too. She had a birthday just in June. Where did she go to school? Her forms don't say. I don't recognize her from North Hollywood, and she damn sure didn't go to Beverly Hills. I'll say Van Nuys, filling in the blanks. College? Nope. She studies at the Actor's Lab, but they all say that. She models for Blue Book, though; that'll count for something when she tests. The camera does love her.
Name? M-a-r-i – i, not y. An l, now the y. Just one n, not two. Like Marilyn Miller.
There. She's done.
Time to go home, to enjoy a sliver of weekend. It's not the first summer Saturday I've spent rewriting a life. Perhaps she'll live it long and well.
First published: August, 2011
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