Curvy Girl Auditions 7 -

Curvy Girl Auditions 7 -

At the end, I stopped. The last note of the piano faded.

The door opened. A woman with a clipboard and kind, tired eyes called out, “Number seven.” curvy girl auditions 7

“Whenever you’re ready,” the clipboard woman said. At the end, I stopped

On the way out, I passed the holding room. The other girls were still waiting, still sharp, still folding themselves into smaller versions of themselves. I unpinned number seven and held it in my palm. At the end

And something told me—curves and all—it just might be.

I walked to center floor. The pianist played the first four bars of something slow, something aching—a ballad about wanting and not quite belonging.

I had done this six times before.