( A narrative essay) Play Auditions

As I reached the final set of stairs I slowly and carefully started to descend them. With each individual stair, the clip clop of my shoes hitting the surface echoed-loudly through the halls. Six stairs turned into six-hundred. Feelings of anxiousness, confusion, and anticipation raced through my body. Soon I would become just one of the many competitors in a fierce competition to win the grand prize. How much expression, character, and life I placed into dull lines on a page would be judged. The quality and emotion I used to sing the notes of a song would be listened to. I shook nervously as I neared the play auditions.

With my final steps I came to a stop in front of two old large wooden doors. At the top of the doors, was a black rectangular sign with word theatre engraved in thin, white letters. I placed my sweaty, shaky, hand upon the cool metal door handle and slowly opened the heavy door. As I opened the door, its hinges squeaked in pain from old age. I entered the cold, and crowded theatre. The sound of the heavy door boomed as it slammed behind me.

The once noisy theatre turned dead silent. I stood frozen like a stone statue

One by one, a different person tried to perform the difficult song. I watched the microphone quiver with nervousness as people held it with their shaking hands. I pictured what my audition would be like. My hand sweated as it tightly grasped the microphone. The volume of the music softened as the thought of difficult notes, tempo changes, and rhythms of the song clouded my head. My throat throbbed with pain as it quickly grew dry and scratchy. The audience and director curled their noses and gritted their teeth as I sang wrong notes in the wrong rhythm. My alto voice screeched and cracked as it fought to sing the high notes. I jumped as the director unexpectedly called my name as the next to perform. It was my turn to sing, and all I wanted was for it to end.

Thirty minutes later, The sound of the door swishing against the carpet resonated throughout the room as it slowly opened. The singing voices softened until the hum of the air conditioner was the only sound left in the room. We were then instructed to return to the theatre and sing the practiced song.

With a huge sigh of relief, I stepped off the stage and quickly grabbed a bottle of water. The cool water running down my throat eased and refreshed my sore throat. I wiped off the collected sweat on my forehead. I became relaxed, loose, and limber as relief swept over my body. I looked around at the dark and dismal room. My focus turned toward the two large wooden doors. The doors that once were an eyesore turned into the most beautiful objects in the room. I grabbed my things as fast as I could and I started to walk towards them.

Finally, my name was called to read. I felt my heart thump rapidly in my chest. Sweat beads trickled down my face and formed a glistening layer on my forehead. As I walked toward the stage, each step became more difficult to take. My legs felt as if they were dragging weights. As I approached the stage, I started to think the worse. What if I lacked expression, character, facial expressions, and body movements? What do I do if I skip or mi

Some topics in this essay:
Play Auditions, tempo changes, script reading, heavy door, body movements, difficult notes, expression character, facial expressions, little black blobs, facial expressions body, little bratty kid, black blobs, notes song, difficult notes tempo, alto voice, character little bratty,