[ WP ] `` ... It 's nice but your death was ... Lacking , could you do it again ? ''

`` Do I have the role, or....'' 
 
 The casting director looked at me with peircing eyes. 
 
 `` Do it again,'' she said. 
 
 So I walked back out of the room in ghastly black robes with a slump in my step, fingering the hilt of the saber on my waist. Out of all of the props we were given, this sword felt the most real. That's why I had choosen it. 
 
 Once in the doorway, I turned around and prepared to get back into character. I was auditioning for the part of Death in the upcoming movie `` End Times'', directed by Sylvester Stalone. A real blood bath type movie by the looks of things. 
 
 I slump slowly back into the room, weezing and coughing with each and every step I took. This is it, I thought to myself. If I do n't get this part, it's over. My girlfriend has left me, I'm living in my car, my parents do n't even want to see my face anymore. Me neither, to be honest. 
 
 It only took me about ten seconds to get infront of the casting director again, but it felt like ten minutes. I knew my nerves were shining through the drapes around my face. 
 
 `` No,'' said the director, confirming my suspisions. `` Get out.'' 
 
 I dropped the act. 
 
 `` But I...'' 
 
 `` What part of'no' do n't you get. You do n't have the part. Do you even know what death looks like? Fucking rediculous...'' 
 
 She turned around and began to walk out. I knew she was right. 
 
 A thought occured to me. I pulled the saber out of its sheath. It was longer than I remembered. Heavier, too. 
 
 `` You... you say I do n't know death?'' I asked. 
 
 She did n't even turn around. 
 
 I rubbed my finger down the edge of the blade and found a glistening red trail. Without another word, I sliced the blade across my neck, collapsing to the ground in a pool of crimson red. 
 
 As I closed my eyes for the last time, I saw the director turn around to see my body on the floor. Now we both know death.
