At Rebecca's first film casting call that month, everything went great. That is, until Jenny Forester showed up. In her little red BMW. That B came to every good film casting call Rebecca ever found. It was like she had some kind of radar, like she was following her around just to try and ruin her chances whenever something good came up.
She was already rich. She didn't even need to go to a film casting call to get a role. She was constantly bragging that her daddy had so much money he was going to give her her own TV show, so she would never have to go to another film casting call again. Rebecca wanted to strangle her. What was she doing there then!?
Each time she went out on a film casting call she thought it would be different. After a while she started checking her rear view mirror, and calling in to her agent from payphones, convinced that stupid Jenny Forester was eavesdropping on her cell phone, or staking out her house. The last straw came when the film casting call for Step Up was announced. Rebecca arrived early and gained access to the roof of the building, where she set about surveying the area with a pair of field binoculars. Within minutes she spotted Jenny's BMW at a nearby Dairy Queen, where it was easy to see that she was sitting sharing a banana split with Johnny Depp. As Jenny checked the time, it was obvious she was about to head over to the same film casting call that Rebecca had gone to such great lengths to conceal the whereabouts of. With no other options left to her, Rebecca slowly removed the Browning sniper rifle from her bag and screwed on the scope. Jenny Forester was going to pay.