I Was Auditioning For One

The school’s theatre director is a man named Chris Piner. He has a very obvious bias against anyone who is not his son, his son’s friends, and anyone unwilling to “play politics”. What I mean by “playing politics” is “anyone who had anything in their life that required a lot of time that wasn’t theatre”. He had a policy of casting everyone who auditioned, though anyone he didn’t particularly like, who was in the school choir, or was on a sports team got shoved into the ensemble. In addition, the same ten people were always cast as the leads. So, since I was in the school’s advanced choir and the small a capella choir, I was always in the ensemble, even though I could have done better than many of the leads that he cast.

“Wyandotte High School,” Mrs. Marilyn said. We were next. My anxiety screaming “you have to get up and do stuff or you’ll fail in life.” I got up from my seat and headed to the stage. My heart was racing loudly that I was afraid that everyone would hear it. My hands dripped with sweat. I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself. I felt the spotlight following my every move.

Kara stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off before wrapping the cloth around her naked body. She stepped in front of the mirror, pulled the tie out of her locks, and fluffed out her long curly red hair. Her cheeks were flushed and rosied. She couldn’t be sure if it was from the heat of the shower or the anticipation of the events to come this evening. Tonight was the night. For years, she’d watched the other girls in her community come of age and

My anxiety curled into my stomach, as I broke into a sweat and my hands began to feel clammy. When it was my turn to audition, I sat on the hard wooden stool and began to play my piece. The mesmerizing tune rang through the room and my swift fingers glided smoothly along the the keys. I could feel my apprehension of the competition disappearing, and but was still concentrated in performing the piece to the best of my abilities. As the end of the song neared, my heart nearly skipped a beat as I accidentally played a noted for longer duration than intended. The entirety of my audition had been ruined. This mistake had probably cost the entire

Then Ms. Peterson wandered toward me, at the very back of the classroom. “Look out man, she’s coming”, warning Thomas my best friend, he was sitting next to me prouder and happier than anyone in the class- he believes I could get an A+ for English, after reading out my narrative story. When Ms. Peterson finally arrived at my desk, she exclaimed with a smile, “Bravo Luke, Bravo. I never knew you were quiet the writer”, “Thanks Ms., I didn’t know either.” Ms. Peterson’s smile faded faster than you can say smile, her radiance disappeared when she peeked at my English book. “Luke, did you make up the whole story? You have only written ‘Once upon a time’, and your page is filled with drawings. Luke, you have a talent, you should make a story for the ‘Young Writers Award’, the entry close at the end of the term, I am very impressed with your narrative making skills”. With that, she finishes her lecturing, she quickly marched toward her desk then she frantically opened her drawers and was checking for something. “Bingo!” She stated, she raised her hand which held a colorful piece of paper. “While Ms. Peterson was at her desk, “Thomas declared “I told you that you’ll get and A+”, I answered him by saying no one said that I was getting an

“Tori, get the girls their flowers”, Coach Fran whispered to me behind stage. The team was an emotional wreck. This was the last time that our seniors would perform with us. Makayla was stressed about her favorite girl leaving, Jamie was having a breakdown in the dressing room, and Haylie was trying to comfort her, and my coach was expecting me to be an anchor for the whole team in this situation. I quickly raced over as quietly as I could to my coach.

“Be Right down.” I text back as I open the the big door to the theatre. The sweat smell of candy and soda mixes with the butter scent of popcorn and old wood. The familiar scent wraps around me and whispers memories of the last time I was here. That time I had a small part two dances and a understudying part. This year is different I have four dances and three understudying parts. I check in and leave the lobby and follow the path that is permanently etched into my mind from year of fallowing the same path. As I walk

I felt as if all the walls were closing in on me, but then I heard him say, “Hello.” his voice was so cheerful at first. The tension in my throat was unreal. I’m singer I’ve hit a couple notes that have done a number on my throat, but this tension was so much more. All I could manage to say, “Did you see?............ Did you see her?........  I can’t believe this it’s not true. It can’t be!”

“Adira,” Cassidy said trying to stay as calm as possible, “Why the heck would you sign me up to audition for the school’s musical?” Adira’s shoulders slumped, “I just wanted to show everyone how talented you are.” Cassidy gave her a look. “You know just as well as I do that I have stage fright. Look, I’m not going to argue about this, but don’t think I’ve forgiven you for this,” Cassidy said just as her mom came to pick them

A clock ticked breaking the solitude of the dull classroom, the hand made a steady “tick” sound as it progressed on it’s journey to make it all the way back up to the twelve. Behind me a large window looked upon a busy highway. I gazed down on the cars making their way in the world. I wondered where they were going, who drove those cars, what grand adventures were they about to embark on? My focus consumed every corner of my current existence, other than where it had been required, on the blank page of notebook in front of me. It was my Sophmore year of high school. I had landed myself in an ‘Advance Placement Journalism’ class, on the whim I desired to take a class where I had plenty of friends, so I would not have to sit alone. I continued to stare from the clock to the busy world beyond my grasps, until the faithful buzzer toned. In a rush of merriment I raised up, swooped my faithful bag over my shoulder and made a beeline for the door. “Ali, could you please stay back?” The voice constructed a barrier between my escape and me. A rush of fear and embarrassment swept my demeanor, as I plopped myself back upon my cold chair half desk combo. My mind screamed in panic, “what had I done?” Curious sets of eyes gawked upon me as they departed from the dull classroom. The old plump teacher made her way to my desk and sighed, “What are your plans, Ali? What are your dreams? What do you want in life?” I gazed out again at the cars, unable

He walked back to his desk muttering about his wasted life. I don’t blame him, his job must really suck. Teaching moody teenagers all day then grading their obviously plagiarised assignments. And getting substandard pay must really suck. Teachers really don’t get enough recognition. Then the bell for next period, which was English with my friend Grace. We got test results back. “How come your grades are always so high?” I said to Grace. “Because I never procrastinate and spend my time wisely. Unlike you...” She squirmed over my desk to see a D. “You really have to get going on the assignment, its due in a week. C’mon. You’ll work with me in the library.” Grace whispered. She has no idea about the struggles I have with doing school work. I couldn’t tell anyone because they would just say don’t be ridiculous, everyone has to do them. In the library, Grace gaped at my assignment. “You didn’t do anything?! Look Johanna, you have get going on your assignment. Or you’ll be panicking on the day before its due.” I already do that. “Don’t worry Grace. I have plenty of time to do this assignment.” I grinned and opened up my history

1. On the night of the performance, I was feeling a bit disappointed, irritated, and severely exhausted. Running on a meager 2 hours of sleep the night before, and working from 6 am to 3 in the afternoon, I was under the impression that its normal for my heartbeat to be nonexistent. To my dismay, upon returning home, I came to find that I would no longer be able to attend an exuberant social gathering with a few old acquaintances after the show, which left me rather…. perturbed, to say the least. I attended the Saturday night showing of the musical, and rather than wallowing in self-pity and disappointment, I decided to make the most of it. And what better way to make the most of a night, than to over compensate? So, after an hour of debating

“And next up… AMBRY NIELSEN!!” My name echoes around the auditorium sending a shot of adrenaline through me. My dad brings me back to reality with a gentle hug. “Remember Am, it’s your choice: fear or excitement.” My numbness thaws slightly, the pit in my stomach loses some of its weight, and I step out onto the stage.

The air was warm, but the perfume made the whole room smell nice. It was anything but quiet. People yelling, feet stomping, and hair catching the wind, which made a whistling noise. The only possibility was that we were at cheer practice. Have you found anything out the hard way, or made a mistake that has come back to haunt you. I’ve found many things out the hard way. One thing that I (Katie) learned the hard way was not to embarrass yourself too much at cheer practice. Practice is usually in the gym, but sometimes it's in the cafeteria. And no it’s not in a professional gym, even though it would be awesome to practice there. I’m not the only one who has made that mistake though. When you do that it can come back to

When I woke up on August 7th, 2015, terrified for the day ahead of me. It was the day I would audition for my first company. I glanced over at my roommate, who I had spent the past four weeks with at Moxie Contemporary Ballet’s summer intensive. She was still asleep, so only the hum of the fan was my company. I slowly managed to get myself out of bed and prepared for the day. Around an hour later, I was ready for the day. I headed downstairs, with all of my luggage, to hop in a cab I had planned the night before.