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

Through a large glass window, I gazed at the scenic outdoors. The fluffy snow white clouds floated in the big bright blue sky as the wind gently rustled the bright green leaves of the trees. The bright sun shined golden yellow and orange rays upon the deep green grass and tiny bright pink flowers. I turned and looked at the theatre behind me. The glares and whispered comments of people, vanished. The script pages filled with character’s lines and confusing stage directions, out of sight. Difficult notes, tempo changes, and complex rhythms, were silent. A big smile beamed on face as I realized, my audition was complete.

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.

I shut my eyes tightly and then opened them. The colors transformed into white and the little black blobs transformed into a’s, b’s, and c’s. Before I knew it, I completed my script reading and was returning back to my little seat tucked in the corner.

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

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