Then the picture they had been waiting for flashed on the screen. “‘Water Hole,’ directed by Billy Fenstow, starring Curt Newsom and produced by the Ace Motion Picture Corp.” Then came the credits for the story, photography, etc., and finally the cast of characters with Curt’s name at the top. Janet felt her heart stop for one breathless moment, Her name—Janet Hardy—was the second in the cast and directly under that was Helen’s.
Then the picture zoomed away to a fast start with the action that always characterized a Billy Fenstow production. Janet tried to be critical, but she couldn’t help enjoying the picture and her voice didn’t sound so terribly bad as it came out of the loudspeakers.
The picture ended all too suddenly. The house lights came up and Janet found herself staring at the others, waiting for their verdict.
Rexler was the first to speak. He leaned over and tapped Billy Fenstow on the shoulder.
“Nice show, Billy. Got the girl signed up?”
Billy turned to Janet.
“How about it; want to sign a contract to stay with my unit?”
Suddenly Janet knew that she didn’t. It had been a wonderful summer, climaxed in the picture she had just seen with herself as leading lady, but now she was just a little homesick. Then, too, there was the trip to Radio City.
“Not right now,” she told the director. “Later, perhaps, but not now.”
The general manager looked at her strangely.