Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 592

Yvonne's hand, still clutching the actor's, slowly went limp. A single tear finally escaped and traced a path down her temple.

The actor held her tightly, his performance reaching its peak as he let out a heart-wrenching cry, "Jane!"

After the scene ended, the actor gently let her go.

It was the first time Yvonne and this actor had met, yet their chemistry was perfect. He bowed slightly with great humility and extended a hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Jones. I'm Booth Scott."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Scott. I've heard so much about you," Yvonne replied, shaking his hand with equal courtesy.

Then, they both stood on stage, waiting for York's critique.

"OK," York nodded, offering no further comment. He simply told them, "Go home and wait for our call."

"Should I call the next person?" Cynthia asked York.

York nodded. "Go ahead. Let's not have everyone make the trip for nothing."

"It'll be for nothing in the end anyway," Cynthia murmured.

Despite her comment, she continued to call the other actors to audition.

As expected, after such a stellar performance, the subsequent auditions seemed lackluster in comparison.

When it was all over, York and Cynthia remained seated, discussing the auditions in low voices.

Marshall was sitting between them and Mignon, so she couldn't hear what they were saying, nor did she care to.

She had been cooped up in the theater all day and was beyond impatient. "Is the audition over? Can I go now? It was just scene after scene of messy acting. So boring."

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