Blaine sat at his computer scrolling mindlessly for hours. His head was growing heavy to hold and his eyes wanted so desperately to flutter shut. Headshot, after headshot flew across his screen as he saw how many people would be attending his auditions in the morning. He was tasked to direct NYADA's senior musical, as only a Junior. He had been fortunate that every summer he interned for several New York theatre companies, and became very cozy with a well known director. Many asked if the rumors had been true, but Blaine never spoke on it.
He slowly shut his computer, standing up from the desk sighing. He wanted so desperately to do well. But he had a lot of work to do.
When his head hit the pillow, sleep followed shortly after. Even his dreams however were filled with stress and anxiety.
The alarm came too early for Blaine's liking, but out of bed he flew. He casually strode over to the shower, stepping in with hopes it would clear his mind. He began to hum a tune he rather enjoyed, and a concert appeared inside the shower. Careful dance moves were orchestrated and the bar of soap was used as a microphone as he belted out every note like it was nothing. The big finish left his audience of none on their feet, a standing ovation. He gave a half hearted bow and a small smile was left upon his face.
The rest of his morning was clothes, breakfast, coffee, laptop, don't be late, get on the subway, don't run you idiot, you're going to be late, no one is even here, oh wrong class room, and a line. His eyes darted as he walked by the line of men and women vying for a spot in the senior show. He placed his items on the table within the audience.
"Blaine," the choreographer Natalie walked up "How difficult should I make this audition?"
"I want them to leave either sweating so much it looks like tears, or actually in tears."
Natalie smirked and nodded "Yes boss."
One by one everyone entered and took a number, and a seat in the auditorium. Blaine made his way on stage, stopping once he reach the center, he clasped his hands together and smiled. "Welcome, Seniors." he started.
"Today is going to be hard. But if you get into this show then it's going to only get harder. The next eight weeks will be blood, sweat and tears." his eyes meeting a few unfamiliar faces as he looked around. "Lets get started." he spoke out loud and everyone clapped loudly.
As Blaine made his way to his director assigned seat at the table within the audience, he wondered if people would take him seriously as a director. His thoughts were quickly dismissed as the first group of auditioners hit the stage to learn the dance.
Hours seemed to tick by as he watched three groups, learn a dance and then attempt the dance. The show was Cabaret. A very diverse show with some strong male leads. Finally it was time for everyone to sing.
Blaine seemed to think every person was just blending into the other. Each voice, sounding more and more like the last. He nearly drifted off during once girls song. He had hoped some people would stand out. But here he sat, worried that this production would be less than fantastic.
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Kurt stood in the wings, still sweating from the dance audition. It wasn't his forte but he could fake a lot. He was the next to sing and he was nervous to say the least. His eyes had been glued to the man at the table, Blaine was his name? He watched his rather unimpressed face as those before him sang songs everyone knew and loved.
-"Number one hundred and three, Kurt Hummel." the microphone screeched as he stepped out onto the stage, taking a final deep breath before offering a smile to the audience of fellow Seniors and the table that would determine his future. Cabaret was a particular favorite of Kurts. The Emcee being on his list of dream roles since he was old enough to watch the show.
"Hello, my name is Kurt Hummel, I am twenty one and I'll be auditioning for the role of The Emcee." his music began to play rather softly, Kurt's thumb flipping up to alert the AC guy that it was too low. His voice began to slowly spill from his lips, a beautiful tune filling the auditorium.
He always became lost in his music, and today was no exception. He breathed life into his performances and never let a moment go un-finessed. His big note at the end had been so well practiced, it resonated just right.
His eyes opened, and he tried to catch the glimpse of the Director to see if he had made even a slight facial change. However the stage lights were so bright head on, that he couldn't see them at all. He exited the stage decided to not even worry about it. Back of the head.
Throughout the day all Kurt could think of was, was I as good as I thought I was?
Midnight seemed to come around a little slower than usual today. His thumb flicking down his iPhone as he refreshed, and refreshed as he waited for the call back list.
12:01AM - Cabaret Call Backs
Sally Bowls - Rachel Berry, Teresa Adams, Laura Class, Sarah Johnson
Brian Roberts - Clay Nash, Adam Jacobs, Ian McAdams, Stuart Michaels
The Emcee - Clay Nash, Josh Turner, Shane Long, Mike Offerman, Kurt Hummel
Kurt had stopped reading the second he found his name. Hm, last name on the list. Did that mean anything? Surely not. However Rachel was the first name on the list for Sally Bowl and she was on Broadway. The idea wracked his brain into the wee hours of the morning until he finally passed out asleep.
"Kurt! We're gonna be late!" Rachel barged into his room, smacking the wall to get his attention.
"Huh? What time is it?" he asked through his groggy lips.
"Seven twenty."
It took twenty minutes on the subway to get to the school, and the callback was at eight. He shot out of bed as quickly as ever, throwing on a 'not so Kurt' smattering of clothing, a cold coffee from the fridge and an apple from the counter before snagging his messenger bag and following Rachel out the door.
"You nervous?"
"Huh?"
"Are you nervous about callbacks?" Rachel repeated as they stood on the subway, merely a few stops away from theirs.
"No, not really. Why? Are you?"
"Well this is my first show since Funny Girl. I just don't wanna be a laughing stock."
"Rachel Berry, you could never." he smiled whilst reaching out to give her hand a quick squeeze.
They hopped of at their stop and managed to arrive inside the theatre five minutes before callbacks began. They were still the last ones to arrive it seemed, but Kurt immediately started warming his voice up. He knew Wilkommen like the back of his hand, so he wasn't concerned about that. But impressing the table of important people however, did worry him. He'd never been more then the ensemble in any show at NYADA, and he was hoping this could be his big break. This show, this part; this was Kurt to a T.
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