The Final Inch

By Terry Hayman

Mitch Daglish is an up-and-coming actor...in soap operas and bland, pretty-boy roles. But when he stumbles into a role under a director who seems to know the secret to truly great acting, Daglish will do anything, cross any line, to get into the theater troupe the director is putting together.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiero Publishing
• Release date: Aug 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466031821

Terry Hayman

Raised in five different countries and currently living with his family in one of the most beautiful places on earth, Terry is a full-time writer and actor who accepts struggle, believes in goodness, and seeks truth always.

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All great actors know the secret…

THE FINAL INCH

Terry Hayman

Copyright © 2011 by Terry Hayman

Published by Fiero Publishing at Smashwords

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The Final Inch

Terry Hayman

You’re anal.

What? said Mitch.

T.J. Bump leaned his bare-armed thickness across the bar table, clinking the ashtray as he ground out the Export A he’d smoked down to the filter. He pushed his half-done beer glass and Mitch’s empty Sprite to one side so he could jab both hands past it, and pressed his meaty palms down hard on the table top. His voice was New York thick.

You asked me why I won’t take you into the group. I’m telling you. You’re anal.

Mitch leaned back and considered that. As in anal retentive.

Yuh.

They were interrupted then by the waitress - a pretty, anorexic redhead in a tight white tube top who was probably yet another out-of-work actress - stopping at their table and asking brightly, You two okay?

It jerked Mitch’s head up to do another check of the room. It stank. Strong smell of old beer that must be five or six generations deep in the dark-patterned rug, turned rancid with the cigarette smoke. Poor air-conditioning too so that the sticky heat of the Greenwich Village August night sloshed down through the door every time the door opened.

At least it was quiet.

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