Being tied to a chair was about as unpleasant as he imagined.
Well, thanks Dylan. That’s a toughie!
At least he wasn’t naked.
But damn, the chair was uncomfortable. His backside had numbed out ages ago, and to try and keep the circulation going, he took to jogging his legs from his sitting position. The resulting pins and needles were almost unbearable.
It was pointless taking in his surroundings. There were none, just four grey unpainted walls, and an equally grey floor and ceiling. There wasn’t even a window, the light filtering through a glass pane in the top of the door frame.
He hoped they hadn’t forgotten him.
The script had called for authenticity and this was just an audition.
But it was awfully quiet out there.