His hair is red. Like fire.
That only reminds me that this audition is going to crash and burn.
I'm trembling. I'm not familiar with these people.
I sit on the stage with a single sheet of paper.
Only one page of a whole play. Only one moment of a whole life.
His hair is red. Like my nerves burning me from the inside out.
It's only one page. One moment.
His hair is red. Like fire. This audition is going to crash and burn.
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The Diary of Margot Frank
Non-FictionA nonfiction account of a young girl's experiences in theatre, through vignettes.
