The director and Stephanie exchanged a look, and Stephanie quickly covered her own eyes as Daniel leaned down as if he were about to kiss Chantelle.
Hey, Mr. Wilson, seriously. Your child is still here. Get a room.
The answer was no. My wife is not going to let me touch her when we get home. Daniel thought to himself.
"You really are an all-rounder, Mr. Wilson! Your acting skills are great." The director finally walked over to interrupt them.
That had been painful to watch.
Daniel's expression shifted as he turned around. He looked down at the director. "Are you sure I don't need to try again?"
The director's heart was pounding. Why can't you just kiss her when you get home? Stop making my life so hard.
"I-I guess you could try again?" the director replied weakly.
Daniel nodded, satisfied, but Chantelle wasn't into it. She stepped down from the stage. "What audition allows retries? If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't, you're out. Have some integrity, Director."
