The audition room was quiet. A single microphone, a pane of one-way glass, and the faint smell of stale coffee. The casting director, Andrea, nodded at her. “Whenever you’re ready, Kath.”
Kath had read the lines. She saw the sketches: a slender, athletic bunny with long lashes and a basketball jersey. And she felt a familiar, professional flicker of doubt. The role was thin on paper—mostly there to be rescued, to swoon, and to look good in shorts. kath soucie lola bunny
Kath signed the doll’s tiny sneaker. “She was talking to you,” she said softly. “She still is.” The audition room was quiet
Not just any rabbit. Lola Bunny.
The project was Space Jam . A live-action/animation hybrid starring Michael Jordan. The script had landed on her kitchen table a week ago, and her agent had been emphatic. “They want a sweetheart. A love interest for Bugs. Think… Southern charm with a hidden ace.” “Whenever you’re ready, Kath
Kath nodded. This was the moment. Lola, on the witness stand, proving she wasn’t just eye candy. She leaned into the mic, dropped her voice a fraction, and let the Southern honey drip with a hidden kick.
“Put me down, Bugs. I’ve got legs.”