Spotlight.

Chapter One, Katrina.

I was late to auditions, running to the train station.
If I didn't get on the next train, I would be 13 minutes and 32 seconds late.
Time is precious.
Time is valuable.
But apparently not when your alarm clock won't go off.

I bolt onto the next train, ticket in hand.

I hand it to the ticket monitor
I was rushing to the auditions for a play about Enemies to Lovers.

"Igniting Sparks."

I was wearing my best clothes, which were a dark green satin blouse, a black pencil skirt, black heels and a black blazer.
My hair was pulled into a bun.
I used a lot of gel on this hair.
I do not want it to wasted on a useless occasion.
Again.

My train stops, and I bolt off the train, Waterloo station, running out of the station and to the theatre.
I check my watch.
The glass was a bit broken, but it still worked
My father gave it to me.
He would be in Algeria right now, on his couch, enjoying television...

But right now I was in rush hour, London.

For God's sake.

I groan before taking off my heels, cringing at the feeling of the cold floor on my feet, and bolting to the auditions.

I make it with 4 minutes and 42 seconds to spare.

I exhale an exhausted breath.
I put my heels back on, straighten up, and I walk into the theatre.

I look around only to see the most god awful sight.

Ezra Gambino.

I huff.
I make myself a cup of tea, walking towards the seats.
I take a seat in the audience, and I watch people practice their lines, trying to cram them as they weren't bothered to before.
Procrastinators.

I look over at Ezra to see him flirting with a director.
The director flirted back.
I roll my eyes, taking a sip of my tea.

He was such a flirt.

He finishes the conversation and quickly reads over his lines, trying to cram as much as possible.
I roll my eyes, and I read my lines, making sure I won't fail.

I checked my watch.
 27 seconds until auditions start.

I was reading a book, waiting patiently for the auditions to start.

The director started gathering her stuff on her desk, sitting opposite the stage.

She called our names one by one.
Most of them were new and nervous, not remembering their lines or anything due to nerves or because they tried to cram it like it was a test.

I look up when she calls Ezra's name
Page 49, the angry confession in the rain scene.

He was all smug.
I scoff.

He walks up the stage and projects his lines with a passion I have never seen.

"And where do you think you're going?!
Leaving me in the rain?!"
He clutched the script on his hand, not reading it once.
Not even looking down.

I must admit... he wasn't too bad.
Better than the others.

We all clap.
I clap slowly, gritting my teeth as I watch him walk off stage smugly.

The director writes something down and thanks him.
She then calls my name.

I walk to the stage, glaring at Ezra as he glares at me back.

The director asks me for the emotional scene on page 32.
The arguing scene.
With anger.
Pure emotion.

I give it my all.
Tears stream down my face as I project my lines as if they were my true words.
As if I had thought of them.

"You dare think of me as one of them?!
One of the people who hurt my own?!
Who hurt ME?!"

I wipe my fake tears, bow, and walk off of the stage when I finish my lines.
Ezra claps slowly, a mark of annoyance in his furrowed brow and snarl.

I smirk at the sight 

I was back to my normal and respectable self.

But I won't be soon because Ezra fucking Gambino had walked over to me and was breathing down my neck with an idiotic grin.

"What, Ezra? I'm busy."
I say, tensing at his presence.

He looks down at me.
He was too tall.
And I was even wearing my only pair of heels.
5 inch heels.
I roll my eyes.

"You're good.
You know, if we both get the roles, we would have to act like lovers?"

He says, tilting his head at an angle with an idiotic smirk.
I wanted to wipe it off so quick.

"I do, but we won't both get it.
You don't have the talent."
I pout mockingly before I take a sip of my tea.

He scoffs and carries on, staring into my eyes with his green ones, his inky black hair falling over his eyes.

"I have talent,you're just always screaming my name every second."
A faint blush spreads over our faces as he realises what he said.
We shake it off.

I finish drinking my tea and put the paper cup in the bin.

"If you weren't trying to seduce the director, I wouldn't have to."
I mumble, brushing myself off.

He rolls his eyes, blush fading off both of our cheeks.

"Why? Wish I was flirting with you?"
He asks, blinking like a school girl trying to flirt with a crush.

I audibly laugh.
I laugh so hard I bent over, grasping my stomach.

"You know, if this acting thing doesn't work, you should be a comedian."

He smirks.

"I'm great. I know. I can do it all."
He says, arms crossed with a smug look.

"Apart from keep a girlfriend."
I say smirking.

"Didn't she break up with you a week ago for flirting with every director? Even the lesbian directors?"
I ask, pouting my lips as I tilt my head slightly.

He blushes and grabs my script because he had lost his.
He storms off, revising his lines.

Pathetic.