Third person Point of View
Your in front of your mirror
"Hi I'm samiyah today we- I mean I, crap I need to start over"
stress was filling your lungs you sigh in frustration,
"Okay, you got this... no you don't this is gonna suck why would they pick you, nope nope you got this"
as your mood swings pass you take a deep breath to try again.
"Hi I'm samiyah today I will be performing scene 24 of Your Heart? and I am auditioning for the part of Catherine"
I was drowning, drowning in all of the lies he told me but it was a drowning I couldn't feeling until the end see I thought I was swimming in givenchy perfume, in his sweet words, but the whole time I was drowning in gray water, his lies, so I have a question for you are you going to drown me or are you going to finally teach me to swim because if not I can walk out this door right now, if you are going to break me tell me now Liam because I can't break again, because if I break again I'm not gonna be able to be put back together ever
annddddd scene"
you scream in excitement. You jump up and down smiling doing a 180 turn only to be face to face with the time, 8:00 am
"Oh my god, my audition is in 30 minutes and I haven't even gotten a cab yet, CRAP there not gonna be enough time to even get one in time I have to run"
You run out of your apartment, passing your roommate Ashley who was screaming
"good luck"
as you rushed out the door with you purse. You ran out the door and cascaded your stairs because the elevator conveniently broke the night before. You hauled through the mountains of people on the cold New York street.
After almost collapsing after a good 10 blocks you finally see the final two people that also got a casting call back a hurriedly get at the end of the line. In a good 20 minutes it was finally your turn.
You walk in exhaling in great content to be in the warm snug room out of the cold weather.
Jin's POV
I saw her she was beautiful her nose a faint red, probably from the cold, god I want to warm her up. I can even think about how I don't even know her name all I know is that I want to already change her last name. Her pastel pink sweater lit up the room, her denim wide leg pants sweeping slowly Her dark brown hair all ponytailed up shifting back and forth as her luminescent matching eyes scan the theatre then land on me. I shift my eyes off her quickly but they go right back to her in less than a second. She looked away smiling. A incandescent feeling erupted in me. That smile, god that smile. Little did I know what would happen after that smile
