To Let Love Destroy Us: A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

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The day was here finally. Audition day. It was probably the most stressful day of it all. You would've thought the days leading up to it, the hours put into memorizing line after line, gesture after gesture would be it. Instead, it was the day of. You had to think about your outfit, your hair, your makeup. It was standing in the mirror first thing in the morning, practicing how you were going to approach the people in the room.

There in the corner of the room, somewhere in one of the corners, would be a camera. One thing they wanted to see was if you were comfortable in front of a camera while you recited your lines. You never look at the camera though. Never. You make subtle eye contact with the elites at the front of the room.

I learned a lot in my time acting. Whether it was a play or something like a small budget film, they always wanted to see you add your own flair into the character you're portraying. Just stay true to the character while you do. I'm sure that was the same for major film auditions. Or at least that's how I prepared to approach the situation.

I enter the building the audition was being held in with my head held high. Although my anxiety was through the roof, I couldn't let them know that. They needed to think I've done this a few times, that I'm damned good at what I do.

The lobby of the building was a little on the warm side of colors. Arrays of brown, beige, black, and cream, scattered the floor in shapes of circles. The reception desk had a similar style to it. Plants decorated the room to give it a more tropic feel. "Hi, what can I do for you?" A friendly voice says. My eyes flicker towards the smiling receptionist that was now standing. I approach the desk, a smile on my face as well.

"I'm here for an audition? I'm Keira. Keira Fason." Her eyes shift from mine and back down to her computer. She shifted through something, I'm thinking the list of names, before looking at me once more. The sound of a printer starts to go off while she spoke.

"You'll go to the 4th floor. Everyone's just up there hanging out until they get called in for their audition." She informs me. She reaches over to grab the paper from the printer, folding it over to hand to me. "This is for you to be able to get in and out of the building if you have to leave for anything during your duration in this building. Good luck." I take the paper from her and mouth a small thank you and make my way to the elevator.

The button light up a nostalgic yellow with a soft beep behind it when I press it. My eyes wander up to the LED screen above the door that was counting down to the lobby. The doors open finally and I step in. Surprisingly, I had the lift all to myself. I turn around to face the lobby, giving it one final look over before it was hidden by the silver doors. I press the button for the fourth floor and let out a sigh.

Nothing but a few floors and sliding doors separating me from the thing that could either make or break my future. I close my eyes and recite some of my lines under my breath. The elevator stopped and the sound of doors opening caused me to open my eyes. I stepped out into the well-lit room, my eyes scanning the area. Along the wall were women. They sat on the floor, they sat in chairs, they were standing. All of them were reading their lines. Some with each other. "And here I thought you were actually lying." A voice says behind me.

I turn around to meet the face behind it. It was the blonde from the restaurant. "Never been one to lie," I say with a shrug.

"That's a good characteristic to have." She says.

"Do you have any?"

"Any what?"

"Good characteristics? A name? So far I know none of both." I say, pushing the strap of my bookbag back onto my shoulder.

"It's Gretchen." Hmm, checks out. Gretchen. A bitchy name to match a bitchy person. "And you are?" She asks. I give her a smug glance.

"Listen for my name." I turn on my heels and walk in the opposite direction as her. I wanted to put as much distance between the two of us as possible. Her reverse psychology, manipulation, whatever the fuck she even thought of doing to knock me off my game, was not going to happen.