Small Talks

The Audition

I walked out of the elevator. The corridor was not as wide as I suspected so I walked past all of the brunette girls with purple shirts and apologized to them for hitting their legs. There was a seat at the end of the corridor. I was pretty sure I wouldn't hear my name if I sat there but I took the risk. I sat at the seat which was near a trash can that had Starbucks' coffee cups in it. From the smell, you can feel the coffee that was drunk.

From the look I got, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be allowed inside. Everybody had that purple shirt that was written in the description but I couldn't find one so I wore a shirt that's color was the most similar to a purple... a pink one. It's the closest to purple in the rainbow right? I could've come with a black shirt and they are looking at the acting anyway. They won't eliminate me for my shirt. Right?

The dampness of the corridor was nothing next to the coffee smell but it disturbed me like hell. The humid in the air made me sweat which is not good. I will be in a room with a director in a maximum forty minutes and this is the worst time to sweat.

The next girl was called in. She was so nervous that you could see water drops on her forehead. This won't be good. I thought. I haven't counted the auditions that I went but I know by now that you can't be nervous or you can't show that you're nervous. If you want to act you should at least be able to do that. She was out within a minute and you could see her eyes were watered. She's going to cry in three, two, one... And the whale-like voice filled the disgusting corridor. Some girls who looked like they were only there to support but the most competitive ones went next to her and hugged her. She was trying to say something but it wasn't something that a human being could understand. The girls nodded anyway. They walked her to the elevator. Right after the elevator started going down the girls rolled their eyes. Just as I suspected. A few minutes later a girl with glasses called out another name. I couldn't hear it but I knew it wasn't mine. The girl who called out names looked like she hated everyone. Probably an assistant.

After about half an hour I was called in. I got the glares because of my shirt and I responded to them with smiles. I was supposed to act in a minute I couldn't be mad and go in with a sad face. I took a deep breath and walked into the room. The director was a woman. At least she is going to listen. Next to her sat a man with the worst beard I have ever seen. It should've been shaved. He looked like he used to shave but now he probably got divorced with his wife or something so he doesn't see anything worth living for. A ring trace. Bingo. Not going to try to impress him though. He won't be impressed anyway. Let's go with the director.

"Hi, my name is Amanda Poiler and I am auditioning for the role of Madison."

I gave them my headshots. I was waiting for a remark about my shirt.

"Is it too hard to find a purple shirt for God's sake?"

God, this man is such an asshole. Let's be flirty. Something he hasn't seen in a while.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want all of you to be focused on my shirt. I want to impress with my acting."

The divorced man put his phone down. I might not be good at auditions or getting the roles but this is my forté and this is how it's played.

Let's do this.

Hello everyone. This is my first English book so naturally, I am a little nervous. I'm planning on writing a couple as well. Also thanks to wickedL for the cover.