Don't be Yourself!! (On Hold, Sorry!)

First Chapter

I cross over my friend to sit in the window seat that I called dibs on. "Uh, Ma'am, that seat is for my friend. Move yo a- Oh, it's you." My friend blushes as she has once again, mistaken me for some stranger. I roll my eyes and smile, I love how I am so different that not even my best friend can tell it's me by a glance or so. "It really is freaky how different you look. Is she even still in there?"

My friend was about maybe a moment away from prodding at me with her finger again. "Yes, she is still in here. But only in front of you. If you can't handle me being different, you can't stay with me. I can't let you blow my cover, Kriss."

She raises her hands in an innocent gesture. She was about to say something denying that accusation, but the attendant had already begun talking about the safety procedures. I've been on a plane multiple times, but it is Kriss's first time so she listened intently. I buckled my belt and watched as we raced down the runway toward our new life.

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After waiting for about forever, we were finally able to step off of the plane and into the airport. The airport is a lot different than the one I came from. It's a lot bigger and fancier, really it's just plain better. Hey, but what can you expect, it's LAX, crap tons of people are flying in and out of here constantly! It's Los Angelos. I looked back to see Kriss staring at her watch. "What is it, Hun? You've grown pale."

She lifts her head, "You're late, Na- I mean Paige." I would yell at her for almost saying my real name, but I was confused on what else she said. "Paige, you're late. For the audition!"

"Awh, nuggets! I'm running, it's just down the block!" I dropped all my stuff and sprint to the escalators. I push people out of the way as I take them two at a time down. I run down and through the glass doors. I have to make it, my life depends on this.

I spin down the corner, almost knocking down a man with a brief case. "I'm so sorry! I'm running late, I'm sorry!" Once I turn back around I find myself in front of the studio. I don't waste time by stopping and just run right in. I stop in my tracks at the sight of three guys behind a white table scattered with piles of papers and sad, demoted faces. "Hello," I try to control my breath as I straighten my shirt and show off my best smile. "My plane was delayed, I'm sorry I'm late. The name is Paige, Paige Moore."

I walk into the room more, noticing the atmosphere slightly. It was a simple, empty room with a stool placed in front of the table. There was a white back drop and a huge box light surrounding the stool, I'm assuming for the camera recorder. My eyes shifted over as the three men looked me over. One I'm guessing is the producer, the other the director, and lastly it seems like the youngest guy is the leading role. "Should we give her a chance, Trystan? I mean she is running late so she must not want it that bad. Her attire is even pajamas." The old man seemed to scoff at me. My heart seemed to drop at the thought of not even getting a chance to try. I was prepared to accept not getting it because I suck, but not getting it because of a late plane.. I don't know if I could be okay with that.

His deep laugh seemed to rumble in his chest as he stood up. "We should at least give her a chance, we have nothing better to do and it seems like she really was in a hurry." He grabs two packets of papers and walks in front of the recorder after pressing the red button. After he hands one of the packets to me, he takes his hand and moves my hair behind my ear. "My name is Trystan Goode by the way, I'm the leading male role."

"I'm Paige Moore, I'm going to be the leading female role." I flashed him a playful smirk and walked out to the spot I'm assuming was there for auditions. I ran my fingers through my hair then looked down at my Happy Bunny pajamas that say 'wish you were this cool' on the butt and matching tank top. It could be worse I guess. I rock back on my heels and make the bunny ears on my slippers flop, trying to seem like I can't hear them talking about me. "What page should we start from?"