My Big Break

Chapter 2

The weeks flew by, and before I knew it, it was the day of the audition.

I woke up early, too excited to sleep, and decided to pick out an outfit to wear.

After about an hour of trying things on I finally picked the perfect one, a pale pink skirt with lace at the bottom, a ruffled white shirt, and pastel pink flats.

I put my hair half up half down and a white lace bow on top.

"Ariana! It's time to go!" My mom yells.

"Ok, I'm coming!" I yell back. I unplug my phone from its charger. I stick it into a pink Chanel purse and sling it over my shoulder.

Then I walk downstairs, grab a banana, and head out to my car.

I the begin the two and a half hour drive to the audition building. I hope it's worth it.

I arrive at the building two hours later. It doesn't seem that appealing, a dreary gray square building with only a couple windows and a door.

I park my car and walk in. The interior is much more interesting than the exterior.

It is all white, white couches lining the walls, white paint on the walls, and a black desk in the corner with a door next to it. As I walk to the desk, I see it is covered with stacks of paper.

"Hello. I am here for the Victorious audition," I say to the woman sitting at the desk.

"Ok, what is your name sweetie?" She asks.

"Ariana Grande," I respond.

"Ok, here's your number. You will go into the audition room when they call your number," she says, gesturing to the door next to here. "And here's your script," she says, motioning to a stack of papers on the desk. "You do not need to memorize it, but you can get familiar with the scene."

"Ok, thank you," I say, grabbing the script and number.

As I make my way to one of the couches, I glance at my number. I am number 17. I hear them call number 5, so I have a bit of time.

I sit down and look over the script. I read it over and over again until I have it almost memorized.

I glance up and the room that looked spacious at first now seems very small, it is crowded with about 50 people.

Thoughts swirl around my head. Do I even have a chance of getting this part? What if I don't get it? What if I make a complete fool of myself?

I hear them call number 14. There's 3 more people before my turn. A wave of nausea cascades over me and I begin to feel nervous.

I can do this I think to myself. I was in a Broadway musical, I can do this. Even if I don't get the part, there will always be another audition.

I suddenly feel better. Them I here them call number 16. It's almost my turn. My heart flutters in my chest.

Then they call my number after what seems like an eternity. I get up and start to walk towards the door without feeling myself move.

As I pass the desk with the woman who have me the script, the woman winks at me, tells me to break a leg, and reminds me to have fun.

Fun. This is all for fun. I take a deep breath, no longer nervous, and open the door.

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Hey! I tried to make this longer than the first chapter, but I can't really tell because I'm writing this on my phone. So please read, vote, and comment! It encourages me to write more! So I'll just leave you with this nice cliff hanger and write more later! Enjoy!