Thomas Sangster: I Fell... In Love

Chapter V

An hour later and we're back in the dressing room, sitting on the couches, exactly like we were before we left. The audition was pretty uneventful. Basically, the audition went like so; Wes shouted "Action!" and we started the scene from the top. It took about 5 minutes, and we performed with actions included. Afterwards, Wes, Beth, and Christian asked us questions about how we see the character, then questions about ourselves. The actual audition with the questions and the additional dialog took no more than 45 minutes. After we got back, we decided to see what we could find to watch on the flat screen TV that the crew brought in for us while we were gone. Clicking to Netflix, we go over our movie choices. 

"So what should we watch?" I ask, browsing through the home screen. Multiple answers came at once.

"Harry Potter!"

"The Hunger Games?"

"Mean Girls!"

"Home Alone!"

"Nanny Mcphee!"

The last one comes from Ki, who apparently knows something we don't, seeing as he's laughing in Thomas's direction. I look over at Thomas to see him turn bright red. Then I remember.

"Oh my god! Thomas is in that movie! We obviously, most definitely have to watch it," I exclaim, trying to find it. Thomas jumps up from the opposite side of the couch and lunges for the remote in my hand. I hold it above my head, teasing him. He tackles me, grabbing the remote and scurrying back to the other side of the couch before I can react. 

"I have a better idea," he responds, an evil glint in his eye. I'm slightly confused for a moment. I look at the TV to see what he's clicking on. Dylan and I both realize at the same time.

"NO!" we both exclaim, leaping out of our seats. Too late. Thomas clicks on episode one of Wandering Witchcraft as Dylan and I both groan and sink back into the couch.

We watch a few episodes, Dylan and I laughing at our favorite parts, groaning at our least favorite. Thomas, Ki-Hong, Will, and Dexter applaud every time one of us does something applause-worthy. It's actually kind of fun.

"Bailey, you're actually not a terrible actress," Ki-Hong teases as the credits close the season one finale. 

"Oh, shut up Ki-Hong. I think she's an incredible actress," Thomas sticks up for me. I find myself blushing. Thomas looks at me and winks. We all laugh.

At that moment, there's a knock at the door. 

"It's open!" Dylan shouts.

The same guy as before steps through the door. 

"The meeting starts in fifteen minutes... It's time to go to the auditorium," he says, tiredly. I can't believe my ears.

"Already?! What time is it?" Will asks in astonishment. The guy checks his watch.

"9:15 PM. Like I said before, the meeting starts in fifteen, no wait, fourteen minutes. Let's go." He walks out the door without another word. We all stand up, gathering our stuff. This is it. It's time to find out. We all exchange nervous glances, a few hugs, a few handshakes, and then nervously make our way into the hallway. The same security guards as before were there lingering. I noticed that a few more had joined their ranks. We begin walking down the hall, this time in the opposite direction.

"Now, just so you all are forewarned, there are going to be quite a few people in the auditorium, most of them just hopefuls who are hoping to at least get a small role in this movie. There are, however, many fans in the audience who bought VIP passes to watch the announcements live. The announcements will be broadcast over to the TVs in the lobby and outside, so everyone nearby will know right away who the cast is. By the end of the night, it will be everywhere. Everyone will know. Especially at the rate that things these days get around... Social media, it'll be the death of us," the guy trails off. We arrive at a door shortly after.

"This door will lead you to backstage. All the auditionees will be sitting on stage. Just find your group number and the seat with your name on it and you'll be fine," he says kindly, opening the door. A roar of cheers reach my ears. I'm about to step into the dark hallway as a last thought pops into my mind.

"What's your name?" I turn to the guy before walking through the door. He seems taken aback. 

"I'm Mark," he introduces himself.

"I just wanted to thank you for helping us and being so kind to us. So thank you, Mark, and I hope that we'll meet again someday," I kindly thank him as I step through the door. The guys also thank Mark before following me into the darkness. The only lights backstage came from the end of the hallway. We walked down the hallway in silence. We reached one of the wings and I peeked around a curtain. I quickly pulled my head back inside.

"There have got to be at least two-thousand people out there," I say. I feel a bit light-headed. I feel myself getting dizzy, so I grab Thomas' arm for support.

"Are you alright?" he asks me, concerned plastered across his face. I notice the others shoot worried glances towards me as well.

"I'm fine... I'm just really nervous," I try balancing myself, but it doesn't work. I apologize to Thomas and let go of his arm, instead grabbing a wall to steady myself. He reaches over and links his arm through mine.

"It's fine. We'll do this together," he smiles at me. "Just promise me one thing," he says.

"Of course," I respond, curious.

"No matter what happens out there, no matter who gets in, we need to stay in contact. I really would like to get to know you better, Bailey." I look him in the eyes and respond, meaning every word.

"I would really love that," I smile at him. 

"Um... Sorry to interrupt you love birds, but we've got to get onstage," Dylan cuts in.

"Ah, of course. Sorry," Thomas responds to Dylan. We walk to the edge of the curtain, take a deep breath, and then, arm in arm, step into the bright lights and thunderous applause.