Meant to be in the 90's ~ Leonardo DiCaprio

~Chapter 7~

A/N this may not line up with true movie auditions but for the point of this book it will have to work. Also I do not own any of the true Titanic script, characters, or plot. All that goes to JAME CAMERON!

The cab slowed to a stop in front of an older looking brick building. I paid the small charge then opened the cab door and stepped out. The wind hit my hair and chilled my skin. The way the sun shone down on the entrance looked fake yet intriguing almost as if it was there trying to draw me in. My nerves were finally catching up to me and my breath started to speed up. I pulled out a few dollars in cash to pay the cab driver and gave him a gentle nod as a thank you as I popped out of the car. The door shut and in a whoosh the cab had sped away.

It took everything I had to lift my foot and walk forward. I reached the door, my hand clasped around the bronze handle. I carefully turned it to the left and opened the door. I was brought into a big foyer lit by large windows. I noticed a small table in the corner with a small paper, which blew in the wind let in by the door when I opened it, that had TITANIC AUDITIONS written in it. I assumed this is where I would check in so I cantered over to the table.

There was a man around his 40's sitting in a chair with a few papers in front of him. I smiled a welcoming smile as I walked up to him. He stood up out of his office chair and stuck his hand out so I could shake it.

"Hello miss, I'm James Cameron. I presume you're here for the Titanic auditions." He spoke clearly, not missing a beat.

I nodded, "Yes. I'm Isabelle Sage! It's very nice to meet you in person! I believe we have been emailing about my audition. I am very glad to have received this opportunity." I smiled at the man.

"Ah! Miss Sage! It's a pleasure to meet you! I was truly impressed by your mail in the audition request. It was superior to others I had read. I can tell you really feel as if you can be the character and add to the story." The man ranted on about me, making me blush slightly from the compliments.

"Thank you, sir, for the wonderful compliments. They do mean a lot. I hope my live auditions are as good as you say my email was!" I smiled.

Before speaking he gathered a few papers from piles off his desk then grabbed a highlighter and scratched my name off the list. He came around the table to show me what he had just grabbed. "This is the Final and latest copy of the script," he said, handing me a thick packet, which I quickly flipped through before glancing back up at him again. "If you printed the one, which I sent you over email, it will be slightly different so be sure to not mix them up. This," he said, showing me another sheet of paper, "is a list of crew members. This way you can get a brief idea of who is who. Similarly, this is a list of people auditioning for each part so you can keep an eye on your competition." He handed me the papers before retiring behind the table.

"Just to finish the check in process, can you sign here," he pointed to a spot on the paper he just retrieved, "here," he again said pointing to another spot, "print your name here," again pointing to the paper, "and answer these few questions." I reached for the paper and pen, which he was holding, sat down, and began to write. The questions were simple, such as, names, D.O.B, height, simple stuff like that. I returned everything to him and I watched him grab a yellow sticky note off the table, scribble a few notes on it. He then stuck it on my papers.

It read:

Your auditions,

3:00 Studio B (down the hall to the left)

Your audition partner will be decided once everyone has arrived

I thanked the man again and hurried down the hall. When I thought I was out of hearing range from anyone I started jumping around and dancing a little. "Yes! Yes! Yesssssss!." I screamed. Just then I bumped into something and came falling to the ground.