a long way/ Elizabeth Olsen x female reader

Chapter five

AN: guess who is back..? Well I thought just leaving this story without finishing it would be mean, so I thought I will be doing another 5 chapters and then end it without a cliffhanger!!! (Maybe)
So enjoy the rest of it! (Ignore the fact that I was gone almost two years lmao)

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your pov:
A new day and new drama coming up.. well I guess the idea of a shared apartment is cool but for real guys.
Its NOT.

Elizabeth literally took 1 hour in the damn bathroom..like how???
Anyways after getting ready we realized we didn't have any food at home, so we decided to go grocery shopping...

SPOILER ALERT:
Elizabeth drove back home alone and now I'm sitting right in front of Walmart with no phone and no idea where I am..

But before you judge, I will explain the whole situation. Let's start with the basics:

Elizabeth and I came along really great. After we spoke about our turbulent first meeting each other we actually got along pretty good..well at least for 10 hours (the time we were asleep). hihi
Like come on you would also be quite pissed if you want to shower and your roommate takes 1 hour to get ready?!

——time skip——-

The days following the audition felt like a blur. Each moment was spent either replaying my performance in my mind or practicing new pieces on the piano. The anticipation was eating at me. I tried to stay calm, but every time I checked my email, my heart would race.

Finally, on Thursday evening, an email arrived from Mrs. Lewis. My hands trembled as I opened it. The first few words were enough to make my breath hitch.

"Dear Y/N, congratulations..."

I could barely process the rest of the message. I made it. I was in the final selection round! I let out a scream that probably startled the entire neighborhood, but I didn't care. My dream was one step closer to becoming reality.

I rushed downstairs to tell my mom, who was already on the phone with what seemed to be everyone she knew, sharing the good news. My excitement was through the roof, but there was something else too—anxiety. I knew the competition was far from over.

The next few days were a whirlwind of preparation. I received the schedule for the next round: a series of rehearsals and performances over the course of several weeks. I'd be working closely with the other finalists, and at the end, only one of us would secure the role as the lead pianist.

On Monday morning, I arrived at the theater earlier than necessary. The building was massive, more intimidating than I remembered. I took a deep breath and entered the rehearsal room. The other finalists were already there, including Elizabeth.

She stood out immediately—poised, confident, and with an air of superiority that made her seem untouchable. Her cold demeanor was even more apparent now, and I could feel her eyes on me as I entered. I tried to smile at her, but she simply looked away, uninterested.

"Alright everyone, let's get started," Mrs. Lewis announced as she walked in. The room fell silent. "This is your chance to show me what you're made of. Impress me."

I took my place at one of the pianos, my hands shaking slightly. The first task was a duet, and I was paired with Eric, a guy who seemed as nervous as I was. We exchanged awkward smiles before sitting down at the piano.

We started playing a piece by Rachmaninoff. The notes flowed smoothly, and for a moment, I was lost in the music. Eric and I found a rhythm, and it felt like we were communicating without words. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Elizabeth and Logan, another finalist, playing their duet effortlessly. Elizabeth's fingers danced over the keys with such grace that it was hard not to feel intimidated.

As we finished, I glanced at Mrs. Lewis, who gave a curt nod. I couldn't tell if she was impressed or just acknowledging our effort. My heart sank slightly, but I reminded myself that this was just the beginning.

The next few days were grueling. We practiced for hours on end, barely taking breaks. Mrs. Lewis pushed us harder each day, her expectations seemingly impossible to meet. But I wasn't going to give up. Not now.

One evening, after an exhausting rehearsal, I stayed behind to practice some more. The theater was eerily quiet, the only sound being the soft notes of the piano echoing through the hall. I didn't realize how late it had gotten until I heard footsteps approaching.

"Still here?" a voice said, making me jump.

I turned to see Elizabeth standing at the door, her arms crossed. There was something unreadable in her expression.

"Yeah, just trying to perfect a few things," I replied, forcing a smile.

She walked closer, her gaze intense. "You know, Y/N, this is a competition. Only one of us can win."

"I know," I said, my voice faltering slightly.

"Then you should know that I'm not here to make friends," she continued, her tone cold. "I'll do whatever it takes to win."

I swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in my stomach. There was no mistaking her message—she saw me as a threat. I didn't know how to respond, so I simply nodded.

Elizabeth turned to leave but paused at the door. "Good luck, Y/N. You're going to need it."

As she walked away, I felt a chill run down my spine. The competition just got a lot more intense, and I realized that this was more than just a chance to fulfill my dream. It was a battle, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face what lay ahead.