Mr Blythe & I | LZ ✓

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"Name?" The middle-aged lady questioned as she shot me an expectant glare.

"Christina Richardson." I replied hesitantly. I immediately cursed myself for my shyness, and knew that I needed to increase my confidence if I wanted to stand a chance of getting the role. "I just arrived yesterday and I have to say, Canada is a fantastic place."

"Oh, you really think so?" The woman smiled half-heartedly, meanwhile writing down a few notes. She was accompanied by an older man, though I had previously been told to ignore him.

"Absolutely. Everyone's so nice, and the hotel is amazing. I can't thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to be here." I grinned, feeling my heart rate decrease once again. "The weather's not so good though, but I'm used to it."

The woman smirked and handed me a clean sheet of paper, meanwhile pointing to a few highlighted words.

"Read these aloud when instructed. I will play the role of Diana. Understood?" She quizzed, rising to her feet and adjusting the lens of the camera pointing towards me. Before waiting for my response, she continued. "This audition will be recorded for future reference, and we will let you know by the end of tomorrow whether or not you're cut out for the role. Ready?"

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, ingesting the new information I had just been told. After a few moments, I reopened my eyes and nodded.

"Ready."