How To Get An A (boyxboy)

01• In Which My Dreams Are Crushed

"I'm sorry Mr Michaels, but you're just not what we're looking for at the moment." The old man says, handing my portfolio back to me, with a tight, wrinkly smile.

He said his name was Mr. Stevens or Smith or something when I entered, bit I'm not sure which, so I've decided to call him wrinkles. It suits him really.
After all his face is a mass of saggy lines and wrinkles, I can tell he used to laugh a lot when he was younger.

Not so much now though.

I was unlucky. There's three judges who judge the auditions but I was landed with the hardest to impress.

Come to think of it, I don't think he's been impressed with anyone's audition for twenty years.

Must be a miserable geezer then.

"Please sir, just think about it again, this is my dream! I have to go here!"I plead with him. If I don't get into this school, my life is over. I've worked so hard to get here, I failed half my GCSE's because I was so focused om drama and this audition, and now it's all going so wrong.

I had planned to act out a scene from 'Hamlet' the bit where Ophelia went mad. I was going to show him how I was capable of taking on women's roles as well as men's and that I could portray madness convincingly.

But within the first twenty seconds of my performance, he stopped me and told me (and I quote) 'you sound angry, not mad and you're terrible at playing Ophelia's role.' Funnily enough, that destroyed my confidence and when he asked me to play my back up scene (Macbeth's death scene) I totally bombed it.

"I'm sorry Mr Michaels but you have shown no skill today so really it would be quite silly of me to let you into this school." Damn, this guy knows how to destroy self confidence doesn't he?

"But sir-" I try to protest again.

" No, I've seen enough, the door is behind you." And he waves his hand aimlessly at the door.

"Yes i know where the door is, I came in through it you snobby son of a bitch!" Is what I wish I said, but I just went with "Thank you for seeing me" before leaving the room.

Once the door closes, I run my hands through my hair. That was horrible, I don't think it could've gone much worse even if I'd have tried!

I want to leave this stupid place as soon as possible. I begin to make my way through the long, winding corridors of the school, looking for a way out.

After wondering around a bit I come to the conclusion that I'm lost.

Fuck's sake! Can this day get any worse?

Deciding to wait for someone to find me rather than risk getting even more lost, I sink to the floor to wait.

I bring my knees up to my chin and just sit there for a while, aimlessly staring at the wall opposite.

It has been my dream since I did my first performance at age nine to come to this school. I practised so hard for that audition and I totally blew it! I can just imagine nine year old me looking so disappointed.

Come to think of it, my whole family's gonna be disappointed. They were all rooting for me, even my little demon of a sister said she was proud before I left.

Why am I such a failure?!

I freed from my pit of self despair when a hand taps my shoulder. I jump, surprised by the contact. Looking up I see it's the kind face of the receptionist I saw on my way in.

"You lost dear?" She asks with a kind smile. She has greying hair tied in a bun and glasses perched in her nose. Very typical receptionist look.

"Yes, it's just such a big school, I have no idea where I'm going!" I reply, standing up.