Are you following me Mr Hiddleston? (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

Thursday 8th October 2020

Margot has been at the Central School of Speech and Drama university for just little over a month, and she had been working at Freddie's Italian for just a couple of weeks. She'd been to a few interviews since the one she mentioned to Tom about, but most she never heard back from. Even when she tried chasing up about the job, they'd tell her that they were still thinking about it. Margot gathered that the reasoning was because she was a student; and most didn't want to admit it, and clearly they only wanted to hire those who have more flexibility. Then again being October most won't be hiring until November. November is easier to get a job given that everywhere would be needing the staff for Christmas, and more seem to give lean way when you're a student. As they need to make up the numbers. So when she heard back from Freddie's Italian she was thankful she'd got a secure and steady job.

During her time in uni she's had to give a twenty minute presentation on a classical play, as part of a grade for her classics class. Instead of finding two entirely different plays; one being for her audition and one for the presentation, she went for the easiest route, deciding on only one play to concentrate on. Although some may have seen it as being lazy, but to Margot it was extra research. This way she was able to put all her focus into one and develop her understanding of her monologue, by knowing the full play from cover to cover. It was the only thing that made sense to Margot. Her tutor gave her little credit on that one; as everyone else had done separate plays, however she lost some points on her grade, due to the overly busy power point presentation. Her deliverance and research wasn't the issue, but rather the physical presentation on the projector screen. Looking back on it afterwards Margot agreed with her tutor on how shitty it looked. Each slid covered in writing instead of the key points and too many images. With the given feedback she made notes on what she needed to do for next time; and filed the notes away above the desk in her room on the shelf, in a grey tray which she kept all her important loos notes in. Also Margot and a small group had to put together a script for a short performance, that they later then had to perform and it would be recorded. Their overall grade for their hard work paid off, adding more points towards their classical final grade. It was defiantly an improvement from Margot's presentation grade.

But today, Thursday 8th October, was the audition day. Margot had never auditioned for anything before and her nerves where high on the radar meter; and the day's usual schedule plan for classes were off, due to the amount of time it would take to get through everyone's auditions. Which gave everybody a chance to fine tune their minds with the words and practice. Also you'd think this would help Margot to collect her nerves, but it didn't help make it any better. Margot was struggling the most with her classical monologue choice. Antigone from Sophocles. The presentation grade was rattling around in her brain making her forget her lines.

ANTIGONE: Tomb, bridal chamber, eternal prison in the caverned rock, whither I go to find mine own, those many who have perished, and whom Persephone hath received among the dead! Last of all shall I pass thither, and far most miserably of all, before the term of my life is spent. But I cherish good hope that my coming will be welcome to my father, and pleasant to thee, my mother, and welcome, brother, to thee; for, when you died, with mine own hands I washed and dressed you, and poured drink-offerings at your graves; and now, Plyneices, 'tis for tending thy corpse that I win such recompense as this. And yet I honoured thee, as the wise will deem, rightly. Never had I been a mother of children, or if a husband had been mouldering in death, would I have taken this task upon me in the city's despite. What law, ye ask, is my warrant for that word? The husband lost, another might have been found, and child from another, to replace the first-born; but, father and mother hidden with Hades, no brother's life could ever bloom for me again. Such was the law whereby I held thee first in honour; but Creon deemed me guilty of error therein, and of outrage, ah brother mine! And now he leads me thus, a captive in his hands; no bridal bed, no bridal song hath been mine, no joy of marriage, no portion in the nurture of children; but thus, forlorn of friends, unhappy one, I go living to the vaults of death. And what law of Heaven have I transgressed? Why, hapless one, should I look to the gods any more--what ally should I invoke--when by piety I have earned the name of impious? Nay, then, if these things are pleasing to the gods, when I have suffered my doom, I shall come to know my sin; but if the sin is with my judges, I could wish them no fuller measure of evil than they, on their part, mete wrongfully to me.