I walked into the studio. It was finally my turn to audition for the part as the love interest of Thomas in the new movie for The Maze Runner series, the Death Cure. The character's name is Carrie, named after Carrie Nation, a women who disliked alcohol and favored as well as enforced the Alcohol Prohibition. I fit the character's description almost perfectly. The only difference was that she has glittering hazel eyes, while I only have my boring old (y/e/c) orbs. I have practiced my part for months, learning the lines by heart, as well as being in character while saying them as well. I'm ready to kill this audition.
"(Y/n) (y/l/n)! Is there an actual actress to go for this role?!?" the director shouted. His assistant shook her head vigorously.
"N-no sir, but s-she is the highest in her acting classes, and she goes to one of the most well known talents schools, getting there purely by scholarship," she answered, reading my file.
The director raised an eyebrow, nodding his head in interest.
"Call Dylan in here, will ya?" the director said to no one in particular. About five people ran to go get him. After about five minutes of me nervously going through my lines in my head, and the director asking me questions about myself, the one and only Dylan O'Brien walked in, with a tired and irritated look on his face.
"Yeah Wes, what is it?" he asked, trying to hide the obvious irritation in his voice.
"Dylan! Glad you could make it buddy!" the director, or dare I say Wes, called.
"I need you to check this young lady out for the part as Carrie. You know, see if she's right for the part. She fits the character description almost perfectly, I just need you here to tell me if you think she'll be good enough to play you love interest," the director said slyly, wiggling his eyebrows in the process.
The dark-haired boy just looked down smiling tiredly, letting out a low chuckle. He looked up, a small lopsided grin left on his lips, his eyes twinkling.
"So where is this young lady I will be judging?"
I cleared my throat, trying to prepare myself to not sound like a fool.
"Uh, that'll be me. Hi, nice to meet you, I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)."
He looked in my direction, not knowing who had spoken, so I walked up to him and stuck my hand out. I hadn't realized just how much taller than me he was until I was actually right in front of him. He looked down at me with a polite little smile, before gripping my hand and giving it a firm shake.
"(Y/n), was it?" he asked, still shaking my hand. I nodded.
"Well then(y/n), nice to meet you, my name is Dylan O'Brien."
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Dylan O'Brien Imagines
Teen FictionTitle says it all. I will do part two's as well. I might take requests, jus hit me up for what it is you would like me to write.
