Adultauditions 23 12 29 Nina Auditions My: Pizza...

They rolled cameras.

The studio lights were too hot, but Nina didn’t mind. She’d learned long ago that discomfort was part of the frame. What made her pulse tick faster today was the word on the call sheet: Audition . Not for a scene, not for a role, but for something stranger.

A long pause. “Lady, that’s not on the menu.”

“You’ll call a local place. Any place you like. You’ll order a pizza—your perfect pizza. Toppings, crust, all of it. Then you’ll wait. When it arrives, you’ll eat it. On camera. That’s the audition.” AdultAuditions 23 12 29 Nina Auditions My Pizza...

The room was silent except for the cooling fans of the cameras. Then the sound guy laughed, then the PA, then D himself.

“Why?” she asked.

The address was a converted warehouse in the Arts District. Inside, it looked less like a film set and more like a test kitchen. A long steel table held a single pizza box, still warm, sweating a little grease onto the cardboard. Two cameras faced it from opposing angles. A third, handheld, would follow her. They rolled cameras

“Nina,” he said, shaking her hand. “Thank you for coming. Today’s audition is simple. You will order a pizza.”

Nina took a bite.

D called “Cut.”

“I know,” she said. “I’ll pay double.”

She blinked. “I… what?”