A woman in the front row stood. She was wearing a long coat and holding a leather briefcase. She walked toward Leo, pressed a business card into his sweaty palm, and whispered, “We’ll be in touch.”
“You’re here because you want to be seen,” the man said. His voice was warm, almost kind. “But backroom casting isn’t about you . It’s about the room .” backroomcasting brooklyn
“Leo Castellano.”