Casting Couch

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Photo credit goes to google images. Once, a long time ago, I had wanted to be a television newscaster. It was a dream. I pursued Communication Arts in college. Newscast is televised nationwide. I could reach a lot of people. I could make a difference. I applied in one of the networks then. I was one of the hundreds of aspirants hoping to get screened. I saw a few schoolmates waiting, too. My hopes decreased. My bravado diminished. What could my chances be? The hall grew thinner. And colder. I was one amongst the last. Courage almost departed me when I got called. I was given a script to read. I did. I glanced at the tester after a few lines. He was listening. Right at once, he looked at me. Sighed. Stood up. Approached me. Gave me his number. Told me to call him up. And that was it. I did not call, of course. I got the call, from the station. So I went. Another try. When I got to the lobby, an actor/comedian saw me. He smiled. And made my way towards me. He asked in the vernacular: What could a little thing like me be doing there? And put his hand around my shoulders. I dove, escaping the huge arm. Dashed to the door and never came back. That idiom "casting couch" must be deleted. Completely.