Kristal||ONC 2020|| {Complete}

Chapter 6: Audition I

Good morning to all passengers. We are now arriving at Centre 45. The next stop will be at Bougainvillea City. Passengers are required to collect all personal belongings before leaving the seat. Thank you.

Harold lifted his gaze from his phone. His grey eyes danced across the scenery that passed by him as he sighed at the annoying robotic sound that scraped through his favorite music. As the train came to a halt, he felt even more insecure with humans pushing past him to get down to their selected destination. Defeated by the continuous noise, Harold paused the music and removed his earphones. He rolled them neatly before placing them into the side pockets of his back.

Everyone was heading somewhere, having their own personal goals and dreams to chase off. When the train moved, Harold tightened his grip onto the rail before looking out of the window. As they passed through a tunnel, Harold looked into his own reflection, studying the blood-red shirt he had been wearing that matched with his favorite pair of black dance pants. He grinned at the sight of it. It wasn't his initial plan. He wanted to show up in a simple pair of white shirt and yoga pants, but his mother threw him a half an hour nag about it. Defeated by her, he gave in to her suggestion.

You can do this – he muttered to himself barely audible.

Once he reached his destination, Harold headed out, reading the directions on his phone and made a sharp turn to the left. The warm morning air was a comforting company to the silent streets. He looked around, making sure that he did not miss the venue. Coming to a halt, Harold stood next to the yellow painted building with a large 'Bed and Breakfast' sign written on it.

"You have reached your destination," said his phone proudly as he frowned, taking a few steps backward.

"It sure is," Harold snickered. "It's a hotel. I would have hit you if you are a person."

With that, Harold kept his phone in his bag before turning to look at the left and noticed another signboard above it. That should be it. Upon noticing the stairs at the corner of the building, Harold made his way up. The colors of the buildings here were strangely vintage. The open-air restaurant opposite was painted in the color of pink cotton candy while the law firm had spring color doors with magenta walls.

Making his way up the stairs, Harold could hear music being played in the air and the thumping sound of footsteps that were joined by the sound of a certain string instrument he wasn't clear of. He headed over the reception table and studied the ladies who were lining up papers together with number tags. The light blue clock next to them ticked violently as if it had been forced to provide information about the day. When he took out the papers from the bag, Harold watched the lady's plush lips curved into a smile.

"Good morning," he said cheerfully, brushing his gelled hair backward and handed her the confirmation letter he had gotten from the website last night. "Am I late for the audition? I heard the music playing already."

He studied the room carefully, earning a chuckle from the lady who examined the papers. She shook her head and placed the papers with the tag numbered 210 in front of Harold.

"No, Mr. Ye," she answered politely. "You are just right on time. Please head over to Room 309 on the third floor. You can wait at the space provided outside and good luck!"

Her cheerful smile and bubbly voice lifted his fears as he waved the papers at her, thanking the lady and hopped upstairs. Upon reaching the room, there were many participants in the waiting room. There were altogether thirty of them, all wearing different sorts of outfits. Some came alone while some were accompanied by their family members. Everyone was in their best dress. He spotted a girl who had a Latin costume that made her pale skin stood out from the dark blue outfit and the make-up brightened her look. Adjusting the collar of his outfit, Harold felt glad that he took up his mother's advice.