Billy was once again preparing to audition for another casting that would surely ge his life as an actor. 'Little Women' is a film directed by an accimed director who tends to portray female characters authentically in her films. Louisa May Alcott's novel is a fantastic story that humorously captures the lives of four women (sisters) and their sorrows, dislikes, and emblems.

  -Goodbye, Alice, - Billy said. Farewells at airports are undoubtedly one of the saddest things for young Alice, who watches her boyfriend succeed so quickly, seemingly unattaio her. - Talk to or; they will fix the car and repce the suspension. Don't worry about money; I took care of it. Make sure to call me if you have any disfort. Talk to Raimon, and you have a free meal at the pizzeria; just call Raimon, and he will arra, - said Billy, embrag Alice, the petite Alice, who might eat two slices and be pletely satisfied.

  -Thank you, -Alice said, embrag Billy.

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  The bia Pictures studios were a cherished pce for Billy. Jim Waitt, in his infinite wisdom, managed some w to give him an idea about the characters in the script. The portrayal of the young Laurie, somewhat entangled in the lives of the Maren, was what he remembered. The movie's producers were Denise Di Novi and Robin Swicord.

  'Good afternoon,' Billy said in his apartment, where the 'Little Women' novel was pletely read and highlighted, with various details. An impression of Laurie that Billy had in his mind: a sensitive and cheerful boy remembered with some fondness for his calm demeanor back then.

  Billy reviewed the casting; there was the young Christian Bale, different from the one now. Billy's blonde hair was there; he was the only oh blonde hair. o him was a guy named Val Kilmer, not famous at this time but somewhat known for appearing in movies like 'The Doors,' 'Willow,' and having supp roles in 'Top Gun,' 'Tombstone,' and 'Heat.'

  -Good afternoon, - greeted Val Kilmer. Iurn, Christian Bale was sitting, rexed, with a gaze lost on the blue wall in front of him, his long hair almost falling on his forehead with curls.

  Unlike Val Kilmer, with his short blonde hair and a felt hat more like what one would expect from a military man, Billy had nothing else to think about than ag as someone elegant, by the s of the time, with certain airs of a lively boy pying the cheerful and i Laurie of that era with correct postures.

  Suddenly, Ben Affleck arrived with his young and present face. Matt Damon was o him; both ughed and whispered obsities to each other, but the atmosphere was interrupted by these two cheerful young men. Seeing Damon's disheveled state, it was logical to assume that the present for the role was Affleck.

  -Wait, wait, I o trate, - said Affleck.

  Matt Damon whispered something that made Affled Damon burst into ughter with apparent joy, almost as if they were madly drunk. It was the first time Christian Bale lost tration in his twenty minutes of silence. Billy kept thinking about the dey.

  -Ben Affleck, my boy, e in; you have to audition - they said in a distant sound.

  -Wish me luck, - said Affleck.

  -Break a leg, - said Damon.

  In the en minutes, he came out with a smile from ear to ear, pletely devoid of what we call reje. His fidensettled Val Kilmer, and once again, Bale undid all the sounds, fog on what was in front of him. The silence tinued slowly, and Billy waited for them to call the one, who was Bale, ted a silly smile, characteristic of Laurie. Oh, something Billy thought was a simir degree.

  Twenty minutes.

  Billy Carson. -In a somewhat small office were Denise Di Novi, Robin Swicord, and Gillian Armstrong, in that order, indicated by a small white card with the names of the three people. Denise, is a woman with short hair, exposing her broad forehead, and a sturdy build as reflected by her round cheeks.

  Robin Swicord, ag as the swriter, ical Ameri with white skin trasting with a rosy hue and slightly droopy deer-like eyes. - Billy thought. - She radiated warmth over the strict aspects of the other two members dug the auditions. Billy received the script, mentally preparing for a journey into the past. His memory was short about these portrayals of a young person from another era, and he didn't have a stable reference point for the role he was going to py.

  This time, it was ten stapled pages, white with what seemed to be a part of the script.

  Alright, let's begin the audition for the young Billiam Darwin. -

  Start.

  -Woe is me! I didn't know there was someone here, - stammered Jo March. The rest of Billy's reading was crossed out, perhaps an idea not to promise the role, or maybe they were seeking a naturalhat couldn't be found just anywhere.

  The boy ughed - the script said.

  Billy smiled at Gillian, who was reading the script along with him, three meters away. In Billy's mind, he transformed this distao an inappropriate closeness for that era, inappropriate due to the limited space between them.

  He adjusted his posture by leaning forward, very carefully, a slight movement so that his gaze wouldn't be too suspended from Gillian's.

  -Don't worry about me; stay if you want. Will I be in your way? - said Billy, getting into the role of a young man.

  -Not in the least; I don't know anyone here, and it's unfortable, you know? -

  -Me too. Don't go, please, unless you prefer it. -

  -I think I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you before. Do you live near us, right? -

  -In the house o yours, - Billy said, ughing, with courtesy.

  The system took effect, and the sidered skill of a professional made the ughter seem so natural that the producers were somewhat captivated by the charm of the young man.

  -We enjoyed your Christmas present. -

  -My grandfather sent it, - said Billy, in memory, losing his gaze from Gillian for the first time. It is said that when a person remembers something, they look down, and when they dream or pn something, they look up. The casual gesture of remembering tio add points for the naturalness with which Billy performed, taking a step forward, much closer to the judges evaluating his work.

  -But you gave him the idea to send it. Didn't you? -

  -How is your cat, Miss March? - Billy asked, trying to front seriousness, which cshed with the esg smile, opening his eyes, which, with the refle of light, looked green.

  -Cut. -

  The atmosphere transformed again into an audition living room, not an old house with rge windows.

  -It was fantastic, - Gillian said, breaking the protocol of not revealing how the actor's performance went.

  -Good day, young man, - Denise said.

  Billy nodded and walked out the door. Heading to the parking lot, he bought a used car, which was now parked in front of his ground-floor apartment.

  -Hello, Jim. It's me, Billy, - he said.

  -Billy, I was just thinking about you, - Jim said. -So, how did everything go? - he questioned.

  -Very well, I met the standards promised to me. I think I have time to see Nigel, something about behind-the-ses interviews, - Billy said.

  -I don't have knowledge, but I'll call him, give me half an hour, - Jim Waitt said

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