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I took a deep breath. “What’s stage five?”

I hesitated. “Is this… that kind of couch?”

So I did it. I sat on the farting couch. I performed the Seven Stages of Existential Dread, culminating in a whispered monologue to the hamster about my fear of being forgotten. The hamster ran on its wheel. The nun cried. Gerald the Avocado gave me a standing ovation. weirdest-audition-ever-backroom-casting-couch

“He’s already moving to Stage two: Anger,” she noted.

The hamster, currently rolling in its ball near the meatball sub, squeaked. I took a deep breath

And there it was. The Backroom Casting Couch.

I sat back down. Not because I wanted to. Because my body had entered a state of shock. ” she noted. The hamster

“And the avocado?”