Mina and her prosepartners stood at the far end of the line of girls auditioning to be well…her. The line extended so far, it went straight of the warehouse and into the hot California sun.

  Mina tapped her feet and crossed her arms, while Blind and Ashley looked at her empathetically and tried not to get annoyed over the long time they'd be waiting.

  “Well this is a true setback of the line!” Mina said, ever trying to remain peppy and punny at a time like this.

  Suddenly, one of the girls in a hot pink suit and miniskirt turned around. She had a very gawky face, and still had braces hooked on her teeth. She jeered angrily at Mina, no doubt enraged by both her chipperness. “Who are you supposethed to be?” she lisped angrily. “You know the extras auditionsths were yesterday!”

  Mina, not the one to normally get angry over something so trivial, glared back at the girl. “Don't you know who I am?! ACK!!!”

  She gasped and looked down at her clothes. She was just wearing her street clothes. A white, slim fitting Ninja Kitty T-shirt, short jeans, her hair tied in long pigtails rather than hanging down to her back.

  In all irony, she hadn’t come to the audition to play herself dressed properly. She looked less like Mina Hawkins, Defense Attorney at Law and more like Mina, the everyday average teen girl.

  Blind and Ashley looked at each other and could barely contain their laughter.

  The Mina lookalike with braces continued to sneer. “There's no way they're going to see the resemblance to the great Mina Hawkthins looking like that. Why I've trained all year for this role and there's no way they're gonna leth someone like you in the buildin…”

  An over-the-top showbiz voice screamed to the heavens. “Is that you, Mina, baby?!”

  Mina gave a big dimply smile seeing Artie Decor stroll up. He looked exactly like the day they met him from Star’s case. Dark sunglasses, an artist beret, (read: not French) an artist goatee, and a vest and slacks to complete the ensemble. He was clutching a director’s megaphone to scream in people's faces.

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  “What did you say?!” the brace-faced Mina lookalike screamed.

  Artie strolled up to the real Mina Hawkins. “Yeps,” she answered in her bubbly voice. “That's me!”

  The short director chuckled and rubbed his soul-patch on his chin. “I'd recognize the bonafide Mina Hawkins anywhere. After all, you saved my star actor and my salary, and now I'm free to make any kind of ridiculous, artsy fartsy project I want. Including a biopic on teenage lawyers and French restaurant killers.”

  “And that's one ridiculous project,” Blind chuckled until Mina playfully nudged him. “Until I met you, love…”

  The Mina impersonator’s mouth nearly dropped to the sidewalk. “Waitaminute, tho you are the real Mina Hawkins, Ashley Ryan and William “Blind” Justice?!”

  “Heck yeah, baby!” Artie said, his hands on his striped shirts love handles. “And I'd like to give you ladies and germs a first hand look at the try outs!”

  Now the Mina impersonator’s jaw truly hit the ground. The girl she had just dissed turned out to be the real deal.

  As Artie gave them a pass to cut the whole line, Mina waved goodbye to the fuming girl. “Toodles!”

  The girl continued to glare daggers, but soon, she was a momentary blip on Mina’s radar. For they were now in the cool, air conditioned building of Lot 13. Inside was a perfect replica of the courtroom in the Hall of Lawson, complete with a defense stand, a prosecution stand, the judge's podium and the audience pews.

  There were several familiar faces standing by the director’s chair. Trudy and Winona, her two besties, were there. Both clad in their casual day clothes. Or rather spooky night clothes in Winona’s case.

  And last but certainly not least, there was a really tall person, also dressed as Mina in a hot pink outfit, miniskirt and heels. But their dark skinned legs were very hairy and when they turned around, Mina realized they were wearing a wig. She nearly choked again on the shocking realization who it was!

  “Raven?!” she exclaimed, her mouth twitching. "You're auditioning for the role of me?!”

  Raven Lockwood, her mentor and famed defense attorney grinned and flashed her the thumbs up. “Of course I am, kiddo! I want to prove how flexible I am as a theatrical individual! Only problem is, how the heck do you move in this tight miniskirt?! I feel it's gonna split in any second.”

  As Mina and her friends turned a ghastly shade of pale, The blindfolded William Justice wryly remarked. “Thank heavens I'm blind...”