Summer Rain

[2] Here We Go Again

Dedicated to Izzy317 for the sweet, encouraging comment last chapter. Thank you!

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And not a minute spent,

To think that we'd regret.

So we just take it back,

These words and hold our breath,

Forget the things we swore we meant.

I'll write you just to let you know that I'm alright.

~Here We Go Again- Paramore

     "How'd you get this anyway?" I asked as we drove around the Auditions theatre, looking for a place to park.

     Annabelle shrugged. "The company making the movie emailed me with the flyer," she told me as she switched on the car's blinker.

     "What? How’d they get your email?” It wasn’t that I really doubted Bells or anything like that, it just seemed strange. Julliard rarely even got many flyers or advertisements for auditions. We had agents and scouts come, sure, but as far as I knew, we did get many emails about things like this.

     Annabelle shrugged, then winked at me playfully. “Connections, darling,” she said in a weird, almost indescribable tone. It was sort of dramatic, and fake. Sort of like a bad actor trying to fake a British accent, but failing miserable. Which, by Bells’ choice of words and her wink, seemed to be what she was going for. A couple moments later, we finally found a parking spot, only about a five minute walk from the auditions theatre.

     “Whoa,” I said as we rounded the corner. Along the side of the building, there was a long line of screaming people, mostly girls. It was kind of what you think you’d see at a Justin Bieber concert, not an audition. “Um, Bells, you sure we have the right address?”

     She laughed. “Yeah, I think so.”

     “Well. We’re gonna be waiting for a while, then. Tell me why we’re here again?” I headed towards the end of the line. Before I could make it very far, Bells grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. “What? Where are we going?” I asked as she pulled me towards the entrance, where some scary looking guys were attempting to control the raging crowd.

     “Invitation?” One of them demanded when he saw us. Invitation? To auditions? This was insane. Just what film was this? What film needed locked auditions and already had a gazillion fan girls? Was this what the girls at Starbucks were talking about yesterday? I mean, there couldn’t be a lot of locked auditions in New York that just so happened to happen now, right?

     Bells pulled the flyer out of her bad and handed it to him.

     “It’s black and white,” he stated, looking at us like we were stupid.

     No, really? I felt really tempted to blurt out. But you know, I didn’t feel really tempted to die today, so I didn’t.

     “It was emailed to us,” Bells replied calmly. The guy motioned to an official looking guy by the door. The guy walked over, holding a clipboard.

     “Name?” he asked.

     “Annabelle Jackson.”

     He flipped through the pages on his clipboard. “She’s in,” he said a moment later.