Netcees - The Runner Up

"Yea. I just got off the phone wìth her a minute ago.
...
Of course I told her! I love her as infintely as sentiment goes!
Yea, she's at that audition right now... the only blonde killing the show...
Ha! She even wore her Christmas gift from me... the strapping heels with the toes.
...
I know she means well. I'm just scared that winning will lead to her forgetting her home.
Like, one minute she's yours... the next, she's a sex symbol getting dicked on the road.
Its for Vickie Secret for heaven's sake! Oh, the fapping ammo I had for those sick centerfolds...
And now it's too close to home! I can't take it... I'll be alone in this Michigan cold.
She'll be modeling both ends of the globe with runways adorned with her flittering glow.
...
Sorry, Erin.. I'm ranting, I know. But love has eluded me til now, only to spit on my soul!
...
If she leaves me, this nickel plated pistol will blow... then we can hitch and elope,
But I have to be sure Michelle is... oh shit, she's here. I have to get off the phone..."

You were class president and girl scout leader for consecutive years!
Why surrender to fear?... they lack your passion and your splendor. It's clear!
Wow them with your wit and character, vernacular, cheer!
Chris always loved your slender frame, pouty lips and mid- B brazier...
A casting couch? "Please sit here, Michelle--"
"Doherty. Michelle Doherty. I just finished my internship here."
"My name is Victor McNeer. I'm the talent judge. Glad to have met you, my dear."
"Likewise." smile... don't give them the penchant to sneer...
http://www.freelancetheworkspace.com...casting_01.jpg
The event was a predictable inspection of Michelle and her peers.
"Again, Michelle, I'm delighted to have met your acquaintance.
May you join me over sirloin and intimate exchanges?"
What?! Who talks like that? "Are you suggesting dinner arrangements?"

"Come in. It's unlocked."
"I miss you, Chris. The audition was a lame trip.
'Turn, pose, change hips. Vogue... work your bang flip.'
Ugh. If you were a female you'd hate it."
"Yea. About as much as you hate dick, you fake bitch..."
"Where the hell did that come from?! Are you ok, Chris?"
"No, Michelle!! You're gonna leave me! You could at least make it painless!"
"What, are you insane?! SHIT! There was this guy, some kind of talent agent--"
KOOOWWWWWW! "I'm tired of feeling this way, Mish...
You hooked up. I get it. 'Ordinary guy' isn't your main dish.
You have a hole in your chest, courtesy of this .38.
Sit. You've had a long day, Mish."
"But... I..." Chris placed a finger over her gray lips.
"Save it. Take your last breath knowing Erin is who I'll run away with."
Her last excrutiating exhale accompanied widened eyes, her life finally fading...
"A note? From the friend you made, Mish?" He opened the note with a strange grin:

Michelle, thank you for attending today. You were amazing.
However, you don't have what it takes to be in the top three placement.
If you'd taken me up on my offer, you could have made it,
But you stood firm in turning me away, Miss. Chris is lucky to have such an angel.

"FUUCCCKKKK!"