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The table read went better than anyone could've expected. Even the director of the movie, Aubrey Chambers, was delightfully surprised with how well things went. It was a shock to her system to see someone as nervous as Dan...have such passion while reciting his characters lines.

Quarter of the way through the long script and Aubrey dismisses everyone for a fifteen minute break, nearly everyone leaves the building almost instantly. Only a few stay behind to either re-read a few lines, or talk to Aubrey. Dan however quickly walks around the back of the building and stands underneath the caved in doorway, since it's raining. The typical dismal London weather. He then digs into his pocket and grabs his cigarette packet, it's not the normal brand he buys, but he was in a rush this morning.

He could barely think because of his nerves. But he feels much confident now than as he did this earlier.

Dan takes one out of the box, along with his cheap Poundland lighter. He places the cigarette in his mouth and lights the other end, before inhaling. Dan stopped smoking for a while, especially when Bastille was at its peak. Dan knew his voice was his only source for money, and smoking can change that, so he stopped and 'overcame' his addiction.

Since 'leaving' Bastille he began smoking almost straight away, although it started as a stress reliever. He doesn't necessarily like smoking...but it helps stimulate his mind sometimes.

Another person who stayed behind, but is outside of the premises? is Charlie Everett. Charlie left all of her things in the table read room. Well, apart from a few things of which she cradles in her arms like a baby. Those things are her: pink furry purse, latest iPhone, and last but not least her cigarette packet and lighter. She realises that she fucked up but not putting her faux fur coat on, but she braves London's bitter air.

She's a tough girl like that.

It's no secret that she isn't also afraid to get her hair wet and greasy too.

Charlie quickly does a brisk jog around the back of the building, she is hoping for a doorway of some sorts to keep her dry while she takes a much needed cigarette break. Charlie has been a smoker since she was twelve, although nobody knew, since she mainly smoked at night while her mother slept. The only reason why her mother never smelt it is simply because she's a smoker and is immune to the smell.

"Christ!" Charlie jumps back in shock.

When she originally saw the doorway...she wasn't exactly expecting Dan to be leaning against the back of the brick wall.

"Sorry" he immediately apologises, feeling guilty for unintentionally scaring his new cast mate.

"No, no!" — she loudly says over the heavy rainfall — "it's my bad. I didn't see you, sorry." Dan cracks a smile while he moves over slightly just so that Charlie can stand next to him without getting wet.

"Thank you." She gratefully says while pushing past Dan with a wide white smile.

Dan then smiles back as there's an uncomfortable silence. He wants to make conversation but he's too nervous, so instead he keeps his head low and looks at the cracked pavement below him. Charlie on the other hand puts her things down on the floor, except for her cigarette, of which she ignites while Dan stares endlessly at the ground.

Charlie then looks at Dan for a couple of seconds. She smiles at his designer clothes, especially his jumper, which is an american make...or at least she thinks. In her mind she tries to come up with a good conversation starter about his clothes, but she can't think of a way without sounding weird.

Charlie likes fashion as much as she likes acting...and men.

"I've definitely seen you before..." Charlie smiles after the long silence. While waiting for a reply she eyes Dan up and down. She thinks Dan is 'insanely hot' and could potentially 'be the one'. Charlie is desperate for a long term boyfriend, but being an actress and falling in love with a genuine boy is actually harder than it seems. She knows all about gold digging relationships.

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