“Hi Barry, what’s new?” Kate answered the phone with an optimistic lilt in her voice.
“Hey! Katie! How’s my favorite client?”
Kate rolled her eyes. “What do you have for me, Barry?” She persisted.
“Well, there’s a role I think you’d be perfect for. It’s a drama about a woman who takes revenge on an evil, secretive corporation…”
“Sounds intriguing. Who else is interested?’
“Well…errr…Katie, let’s be clear, Jennifer Lawrence is already a lock for the lead. They want you for the role of her best friend…”
“I see. And let me guess, I say a lot of things like ‘you go girl,’ and ‘ain’t nobody got time for that?’ Plus I’m wacky and over-the-top and have absolutely no life or personality of my own?”
“I’m not interested, Barry…”
“Okay, okay, well, there is a lead role you may be interested in. It’s a film set on a plantation in the deep south, early 19th century…”
“Gotta go, Barry.”
She typed a quick text to her partner. Go time.
The women were waiting for her. They formed a straight line, with her at the lead. Big Movie Studio’s imposing buildings loomed ahead of them. It was time to send a message. They weren’t interested in playing maids, or sassy best friends, or slaves any longer. It was time for change, and they were sick to death of waiting.
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P.S. – I love Jennifer Lawrence! She’s my spirit animal! Just making a point about diversity in Hollywood.