Chelyan pov
I was pacing around the room. Running lines in my head when someone grabbed my shoulders. "Relax. You've got this.. and stop pacing I'm getting dizzy." Ross told me. "Chelyan Smith?" I got up and went in the audition room.
They first made me sing the song, King of New York, at least my part.
Next, the lines.
Then, the tap.
I nailed it. I ran out of the room and just fell onto Ross. He caught me but we both laughed. He stood me back up and all I could do was kiss him. "I'm guessing it went well?" He asked.
"Nailed it!"
We ran out of the theatre and out into the cold, winter air of NYC.
"So when will you know?" He asked.
"I'm supposed to get a call tonight."
He grabbed my hand as he walked me back to the apartment. As we walked, the nerves started kicking in.
"I'm so nervous,"
"Don't be. I heard your voice from out in the other room, and it sounded amazing!"
"Thanks, but I'm not sure."
He pulled me in front of him and grabbed my shoulders.
"You've got this. Shut up."
I giggled and stopped worrying.
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