Scarlett

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The rest of the week consisted of the repetition of the script excerpt Jim had given me until I felt like I had become Scarlett. I said it to myself everywhere I went, over and over again.

The audition was a few towns away so I decided to go and stay in a hotel there for a few days to familiarize myself with the area and spend time on set with Jim. That and Henry was bringing his elderly mother down to stay in his apartment. I really didn't want anything to do with that.

When the day finally came to do the audition, I was jittery as hell and I didn't know why. I'd been so confident all the way up to this point and now I was starting to freak out.

I walked to the coffee shop down the block from the hotel and ordered my usual cup of Earl Grey. I then took the drink over to the corner seat at the counter looking out the front window.

Trying to ignore my nerves, I attempted to lose myself in the script once more before it was show time. But focusing didn't seem to be an option.

Questions and doubts continually surfaced in my mind. What if I don't recite it like he intended it to be? What if there's other women who are much better than I am? I don't have much experience and might not be able to match other actresses' talent. What will I do if I don't get it? What will I do if I do? I've never been in a film this big!

These thoughts interrupting my reading were suddenly interrupted by a loud sound from the doors of the shop. "Oh, I'm so sorry," a male voice said smoothly.

My head snapped up, I knew that voice. It's low, silky sound had been played from Teagan's laptop constantly when I'd been living with her. Tom Hiddleston stood in the doorway, several young girls chasing him in from the street.

He appeared to be in a hurry and looked to have almost knocked someone's drink off their table. He was trying to apologize to the person who was simply staring at him awestruck.

I couldn't help but do the same, as well as laugh a bit because it was sort of hilarious. The girls had entered the shop behind him at that point and I noticed that one of them was crying. I rolled my eyes, though I knew people who would do the same. It was also good to see that there were still loyal Hiddleston fans out there, despite all of the lies going around.

I considered going over to try to talk to him, but found myself uncharacteristically introverted all of a sudden. In the end I just resorted to turning my attention back to my script. I noticed that after a few minutes the girls left and he then proceeded to the front counter to get his breakfast.

I was struggling to focus on my script for totally different reasons now and struggled through a handful of further repetitions of some trouble spots. I was angry at myself for succumbing to distraction when my audition was in mere hours.

Eventually I just stopped trying and tossed the script packet onto the counter with a sigh. I nearly had a heart attack when I did this and was met with a chuckle from the seat next to me.

I whipped around to face Tom himself. He was looking at the ground laughing. "Oh god, you scared me," I said, a hand on my heart.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I just can relate to that look of defeat you had going there," he said, finally looking up. A flicker of surprise passed his features as he studied my face.

I blushed and looked away, feeling self conscious. He continued to look at me curiously.

"Wait... Evie? Evie Tiers?" He asked. My heart jumped at his voice saying my name. How could he possibly know me?

"Yeah?" I laughed nervously. "I don't believe we've met."

"I'm Tom Hid-"

"I know who you are. But how do you know me?"