I sat on the opposite side of the lecture hall from Sarah, wanting to keep my head clear. She gave me a few glances, but I didn’t meet them.
When class was over, I bolted towards my audition, not wanting anyone who was coming from school to catch up to me. This should be one of the more exciting days of my life, but instead, it was turning into a disaster.
The only bright spot in the day was that Drago would be there as the new stunt coordinator for Ranger. Technically, there was no reason for him to be at the auditions, but when he found out I would be auditioning, he found an excuse.
I wasn’t expecting a paparazzi mob when I approached the building, but I guess, with Ranger being a popular show, there was a reason for them wanting to capture the next future star. Trying to maintain a cool head, I ignored them, keeping my head low and slipping around them into the doors. Cameras flashed at my back, but I didn’t turn around as I headed down the long hallway, following the signs.
The last TV audition I had was an absolute disaster. Film acting is so much different than stage acting, and it had taken me quite a while to grasp that concept. But I feel like I have learned a lot in the past year, and I was ready to give it another go. Heck, the camera time alone on Sites, which would air tomorrow, had taught me more than I needed to know. Film was long and tiresome work, but what I liked about it was you could play up little things that a theater audience couldn’t otherwise see, like a flicker of a smile or a flash of the eyes. Those things were all captured in minute detail on a camera.
I signed in and joined the other potentials in the waiting room. Liam had taught me to ignore what everyone else was doing and just focus, but today, I couldn’t. I was thinking about what I had seen in the theater, and the fight I had with Liam and with Sarah.
I pulled out my phone and I selected both their names and sent a peace offering text. Sites premiere party, my room, tmrw? I’ll bring the food.
I watched the message send, and then slipped the phone back into my pocket and pulled out my sides. I knew enough to know that as soon as I walked into the room, they would choose what part I would read for, based on how I looked, my demeanor and my personality. These were things that you couldn’t control. Casting directors had already made fifty percent of the choice before you even opened your mouth.
When my name was called, I took a deep breath and smiled at the casting assistant. I heard a few whispers from behind me, and I knew that they knew who I was. But all that mattered right now was my performance in the room.
“Amy, hello,” said Ranger’s producer, Samuel, as soon as I walked in the room.
I recognized him, but not many others on the panel as he went down the line quickly, introducing them. At the end, though, Drago gave me a smile and I nodded to him.
“Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes.” This time I went straight to the spot marked on the floor, and planted my toes on it. Last time, I had no idea where to stand or look. Already, I felt ahead of the game.
“So Amy…” Samuel glanced at me and then shuffled through the papers. “I’d like you to read for Cassandra Winters, if that’s ok.”
“Sure.”
I found the sides in the pile and put the rest back in my pocket. From what I could glean, Cassandra was some sort of a ranger herself, but it was hard to guess when you only had two pages of what could be one hundred pages of scripts. So I just straightened the papers and looked at the reader.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Samuel said.
I closed my eyes, blanking out my mind, or at least trying to. But to my alarm, I couldn’t. The fear at the white mist was still there, and my anger at Liam was still fresh in my head. I knew that I was being illogical about both things, but I couldn’t help the emotions that flooded through me. When I launched into my first line, it came out harsher and rougher than I meant it to. It was filled with all the things I was feeling.
I panicked, trying to make a quick choice.
Make strong choices, even if they are wrong. Make them strong. Liam’s voice echoed through my head, and so I continued the script the way I started it. If I did it the way I rehearsed, all wide-eyed and innocent, it would contradict with what I had started. So my reading for Cassandra came out rough, angry and intense.
There was a silence when we came to the end of the sides, and the main panel leaned into whisper to each other. Drago, on the end, leaned into the huddle as well, but made eye contact with me. Just before they broke apart, he gave me a smile.
“Amy, we have some additional sides for Cassandra. Can you read those as well?”
“Oh, um, sure.”
I stepped forward to take them, trying to glance at them even as I took a few steps backwards. Just as I predicted, they weren’t big on letting me take a moment to read them. Luckily, being on stage all summer had taught me how to think on the spot. There was certainly no time to figure stuff out when one of the main girls slipped and twisted her ankle on stage, or a flat came down about three inches from my head like it had one night. The show must always go on.
“I’m ready.”
Cassandra must be some sort of visiting undercover officer, and from what I could tell, she was sweet on the main character. However, it didn’t tell me anything about her background, or her story arc. It was interesting to learn more about it, and I wondered if her story continued beyond these few pages.
Before I knew it, it was over and they were thanking me, promising they would be in touch when they likely wouldn’t. That was just the way it went, false promises and niceties.
“And I think you’re our last audition before lunch,” Drago said, standing up with the familiar unsteadiness of the limp I had gotten used to all summer. “I’ll walk you out, Amy.”
“Great, thanks.” I kept my face neutral until we were into the hallway. The rest of the panel were gathering their things. But as soon as I was alone with him, I couldn’t contain my curiosity. “Well?”
“It was super good,” he promised me as we ambled down the hallway.
I shook my head. “You’re just saying that.”
“Then so was the panel,” he replied. “They really liked you. We’ve been seeing terrible people all morning, and not one of them has been asked to read a second side. You did really good, Amy. But then, of course, you did.”
“Thanks.” I gave him a hug as we neared the front doors. “And thanks for making time to be here.”
“Anytime.” He squeezed me tightly. “I’ll text you when I’m done tonight and we can go out for food?”