Don't Judge the Light

CHAPTER 3

(Vanah Claudae's P.O.V)
We hurried up the stairs to the floor where the auditions were being held. Two guards were standing at the closed doors of the auditorium. There was a giant banner written 'Gianimo Big and Bright: Auditions from 4:00-7:00' I got Olivias filled-out audition form from my bag and handed it to the guards. They checked it and one of them told Olivia she could go in. She went in and we followed, until the guards stopped us.

"And where do you think you're going?" They asked me and Atlas.

"Umm, with my sister," I said.

"Sorry maam, sorry sir. Only cast, crew, and participants are allowed. We can't let you in." My heart beat quickened.

I looked at Atlas, hoping he would do something. Both he and I knew I wasn't about to let Olivia be in there all alone. She was the only family I had and even though she was annoying, I was her elder sister and I would do anything to make sure she was safe at all times. She had been through too much with our parents gone and the orphanage and Willis Channing, and I would take no chance in leaving her alone with a bunch of people she didn't know.

"We're actually here to, uh, help with all the kids in there." Atlas said. Smart move, I thought. The guards looked at each other with questioning expressions.

"Oh yeah? Where's your ID card?" one of the guards asked. Oh no, they did require ID's, I knew. We had seen a few crew members outside and all of them had lanyards around their necks.

I looked at Atlas eagerly. Atlas thought for a moment.

"We haven't got them yet, I mean, we were hoping to talk to the directors today." Atlas said. I really hoped they would let us in. Even if I had to work there to be with Olivia. Luckily they were convinced. A little to much, though.

"Okay, then let me go and speak to the director with you." the guard with the beard said. Atlas and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. This was not good. If I did get the job I would have to spend my whole summer vacation doing this stuff. And who knows what job the director would give us.

The guard lead me and Atlas inside. As soon as he opened the doors we were met by a gust of cold air. It took some time for my eyes to adjust to the dim lights, but I could not stand the cold. First of all, I'm skinny. Second of all, I'm wearing a dress that covers only my neck but reveals my shoulders, whole arm, and, legs below my knees. It's not even that hot outside yet they feel the need to make this place as cold as Alaska. It was something apart of the diabetes that always made me cold even in the slightest air conditioned room, so this auditorium was no exception. I crossed my arms to get a little warmth.

I trudged along behind the guard, whose name was Sam I had learned, and Atlas and pretty soon the Sam was knocking on a door that said 'Director.'

A man wearing black denim jeans and a matching denim jacket opened the door. He had the typical pencil behind his ear and notepad in his hand. The director I guessed.
"Hey Sam. Hi kids, aren't you a little too old for this show?" The bubbly director asked me and Atlas.

"We're actu--" I started.

"Mr. Westree, they actually want to apply to help the kids out and to lessen the crews' burden off getting the kids to act right. I mean, we wouldn't want them monkeying around like the last cast..." Sam cut me off, explaining to the director, Mr. Westree.

"Oh, what a delight!" Mr. Wesrtree said happily. He sounded like an 80's movie character. "I've just been looking for someone to help out. You see, we were having a little setback because of some people who couldn't make to Massachusetts for the show, but now your here! Moreover, the kids will love you, after all you both are are teenagers. Oh wait, let me get you so forms to fill out, you know just the formalities. Honor! Get 2 forms for these lovely volunteers please! Honor! Oh and I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Thomas Westree, call me Tom. And you are? Ladies first. Whats your name young lady?" Mr. Westree, I mean Tom kept on blabbering, I doubt he took a breath.