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Play Auditions

 

            
             To be nervous, or not to be nervous? That is the question.
             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 in my footsteps. People quickly snapped their heads shifting the center of attention in my direction. I suddenly felt the glare of eyes shooting right through me. People turned and whispered to their neighbors. One whisper turned into three whispers and continued to grow until a mass of hushed whispers filled the air. I was filled with the fear of what they were thinking and saying about me. Were they thinking and saying positive or negative things about me? I quickly grabbed an audition form, a script, and sat tucked away in the small corner of the room.
             Small dents and creases decorated the new script cover where I clutched the script tightly. I twisted and turned in the small seat as I waited my turn.


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