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Her first audition was not for a stage. It was for a job at the Moonlight Café downstairs — a place where actors bled their lines into coffee cups and playwrights sat like prophets with napkins for scripture. The manager, a woman named Ro, asked questions with the bluntness of someone who’d seen too many rehearsed souls. “Tell me about the last time you lied to survive,” she said.
