The audition was going well. We moved on to this argument scene. We started yelling. I felt a scratch in my throat from the yelling. I was trying hard not to cough. My eyes were getting red. Tearing. Fighting. Delaying that cough. “Not without my daughter.” I emoted, tears on my cheeks. Director: “Excellent, …..we’ll be in touch.” I nodded bravely and left.