Describing Him (Ansel Elgort)

1 // The phone call

I'd just gotten out the shower, and I was drying my hair when the phone rang. I almost didn't hear it.

My sister answered it, and a second later she screamed.

My blood ran cold, and I froze. Grabbing the towel and holding it around my body, bounding down the stairs.
But instead of seeing my mother's favorite vase shattered on the floor or a strange man in the kitchen, there was just Indie, the phone clutched tightly in her hand, all her muscles tense like she was about to leap into the air. I stood there, listening, quite startled.

"Yes, yes she is here, one sec," She spun around on her heels, her eyes landed on me. She didn't seem the slightest bit surprised that I was just in a towel. Her eyes were lit up, sparkling with excitement. I'd never seen her like this before.
"Here she is!" She squealed, handing the phone to me, mouthing something that I completely missed. I was too shocked to think, so I stood there, one hand holding my towel up and the other holding the phone relatively near my ear, silent for a second, staring at India.

"Hello? Is this Margo Anderson?"

A Number Of Months Later

I asked India if she wanted to come with me about two minutes before I left. I thought she might like it, (I mean, who wouldn't?) and she did help me write the characters, but once I thought it over in the car I realized she might not be allowed to come in. It didn't take a genius to know that I was new to all this, but I did know that they were very strict about privacy and who was allowed on set and stuff like that.
We didn't normally talk in the car, but the silence that had settled between my sister and I was different; it felt almost awkward, and a little unsettling, like there was something important that we hadn't discussed. There wasn't, of course, and it was probably just my nerves, and when India finally spoke, it startled me a bit.

"Do you think they'll be any famous people there?" She asked, but I had no idea. I told her that there might be one or two that she vaguely recognized, but no George Clooneys' or anything like that.
And then neither one of us talked for the rest of the forty minute trip, (It took us forty minutes, but that is because I got lost at least twice) so I was alone with my own overflowing feelings, threatening to overflow out of my body.
I had no reason to be nervous, I wasn't auditioning. Oh my God, Margo, all you have to do is watch a bunch of people, you aren't the one auditioning! I thought.

By the time I'd:
(1) Properly introduced myself to the cast that would be watching the audition with me
(2) Managed to gain India access to view the audition (yay!)
(3) Had a chat to all the actors with the crew about what would happen through out the day
(4) Read through each audition script piece with the crew
(5) Sat down and had a fifty minute discussion about all the characters
(6) Drank a recyclable cup of coffee from the crappy machine in the foyer (honestly I don't even like coffee, but I was feeling that awful)
I felt like going home and taking a nap, and auditions hadn't even started. The funny thing was, everything happened on schedule, and they tried to do everything as quickly and efficiently as possible. Even so, I was exhausted, and I probably looked it too, so right before the first actor was called for his audition I managed to
(7) sneak into the bathroom and put on a bit of make-up under my eyes.

We were guided into a big theatre room, and we sat down in the middle of the second row in front of the stage.

There were so many actors, and after half of them I felt like it was time to break for lunch, but we completely skipped lunch, much to my dismay. And my stomach, which embarrassingly, kept on imitating earthquakes in the most awkward spots.

Although I didn't have much influence on the decision, (I was mainly there for them to ask questions and point out things about the characters, because after all, I was the one who wrote them and I know them better then anyone) I had my favorites (some because they best sold the character, and some because I genuinely liked them as people).

That night I slept better then I had in five years.