I could feel my eardrums pop as we descended to the ground, the wheels emerging from the bottom of the plane. I looked beside me at the now peacefully sleeping baby. I sighed in relief, knowing that I wouldn't have to deal with the little pest anymore. The plane soon came to a smooth but rough landing, and I grabbed my luggage and got out of there as quick as I could. I waited by the food court in the airport, sitting by a nearby Chipotle. The heavenly smell was intoxicating, and I found myself salivating at the thought of their creamy guacamole, the crunch of the onions, the juicy, ripe, tomatoes in the salsa, and their chicken packed with flavor. I heard a loud grumble from my stomach and I obeyed it's wish.

I waited in a line that seemed to go on forever, when finally it was my turn. I silently ordered and watched, as they painstakingly added one item by one, slowly piling the delicious punches of flavor on the rice. They sealed the container with a foil top, hastily wrote my name on it, and slammed a napkin and fork on top, handing me the small peace of heaven. I inhaled and moaned softly at the scent. I looked for an empty spot to sit, but found all the tables to be full. I walked around, wrapping the meal in my jacket to contain the warmth. I got some judgmental stares, but all I needed was my Chipotle and I would be alright.

After what seemed like hours, I found an empty seat. I quickly sat in it before anyone else could take it. Then I unfastened the foil top that cling onto the cardboard container, and shoveled the food into my mouth like there was no tomorrow. The creamy guacamole seemed to wash over my tongue, creaming it over like a wave made of serenity. The salsa complimented the guacamole, adding to the freshness and filling my mouth with it's ripe, sweet juices. The chicken just pulled everything together, the blend of flavors just took it to another level. The meal went by way to fast, as I sat up and discarded my waste.

As I was walking out of the food court, I noticed an ATM. I smiled to myself, thinking that luck was on my side today. I took out the credit cards and began to insert one by one, exchanging them for cash. Once I was satisfied, I gathered the paper money, shoved it into my bag and walked out the doors. I paced back and forth after waking through the doors, looking for a cab, but as soon as I saw one or walked up to one, someone always managed to beat me through it. It was like survival of the fittest, except this time we were dealing with angry, decaffeinated, middle aged, tired adults, which was about 10 times worse than an actual Survival of the Fittest. My eyes wandered to the side of the road, and I saw a cab cautiously make its way towards me. I looked to my side and saw another woman, about 40 years old, eyeing the same cab.

She noticed me looking at it, and gave me a such a death glare, it could make the strongest of men melt like ice. I shot her an equally intimidating glare. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to her other leg, and raised an eyebrow, giving me an amused smirk. I was about to do the same thing, when out of the corner of my eye I saw the cab pull up to the side. I grabbed my suitcase and began to run towards it, waving my arms. I didn't look back at the lady, but I could feel her gaze burning into the back of my head.

Just as my hand touched the handle, a man came from the other side and hopped in, just as I was about to go inside. I felt my blood boiling. I huffed and turned around, heading back to the lady. "Looks like neither of us got the cab," I offered. She scoffed in return, acting as if I hadn't even said a word to her. Rude. I saw another cab approach, just as she noticed too. This time, I was ready. As soon as the cab pulled over I ran towards it, opening up the door and pushing myself inside before anyone else could grab it. I did a silent cheer to myself as I saw the lady bang of the window. She yelled some incoherent words and profanity's as I popped my earbuds in and bopped my head lightly to the music.

"You will regret this," I managed to salvage out of her rant. I rolled my eyes and continued to let the music flow through me, calming my body and senses. All I could do was focus on the deep bass, the soft melodic sound of he piano, the steady beat of the drums, and the soft strumming of guitar. I sighed in pleasure, not wanting the blissful moment to end as I looked out the window when we passed Central Park.

The fall colors seemed to have molded into one as we drove by, the leaves flying to the air and slowly gliding back down. I winded down the window and stuck my head out, inhaling deeply and letting it out, satisfied with the serendipity events. I soon came to a large hotel with a grand staircase. I paid the cab driver with a generous tip, and he tipped his hat off and left. I so feebly attempted to drag my luggage up the steps, but failed miserably. I dropped my bag and set my hands on my knees, panting. I looked back at the stairs only to find out I had surpassed 2 steps. I groaned lightly. I was just about to give up when a tall man dressed in a uniform approached me. "Can I help you ma'am?"

He asked with a deep voice. "Yes, thank you," I replied, watching him lug my suitcase so effortlessly up the steps. I stared at him wide eyed, wondering how her could have possibly dragged it up their so fast. "Please follow me to the front desk," he said calmly. I nodded in response, flicking the suitcase handle up and wheeling it towards the front desk, where I signed in and registered. The receptionist gave me the closest thing to a smile she could manage, and handed me the keys to my hotel. I twirled the keys on my finger and whistled as I looked for my room number. I stopped at A67.

I slid the key in and jiggled it slightly, hearing the reassuring 'click' sound. I stepped in, the strong scent of cheap bleach impaling my nose. I coughed and waved my hands, trying to rid the room of the stench. I sat down on my bed before opening up my phone. "Phoenix Acting Studios" I searched up, hoping to get a glance at my soon to be career, that is if everything goes well. The loud sound of an alarm startled me, originating from my phone. "Day 1 audition today," the robotic voice said repeatedly.

Shoot! I hastily slid on some shoes and grabbed my purse with the money in it and left, quickly slamming and locking the door on my way out. I waved over a taxi and ran inside, giving the man the directions hastily. He nodded and sped towards the theater. When we arrived, I gave him a silent thank you, paid him, and left. I came to the front desk and the receptionist told me to fill out some forms. I took a seat and did as I was told.

Once I was done, she doubled checked all the forms before letting me in. When a feeling of nostalgia hit me hard. The theater was absolutely divine. I remembered walking into a theater for the first time. Everything about it fascinated me. From the large, gleaming, crystal chandelier, to the red velvet seats, with gold rimming, and the beautiful stage where magic happened. The different sets, the black floor with scratched, the props set the the side, was all enough to take my breath away. It was wonderous.

"AUDITIONS OVER HERE! AUDITIONS!" A loud voice yelled from the front of the room, snapping me out of my little trance. The people were mingling around the theater came forward. In total there was about 45 people, not as much as I was expecting for a Broadway production. I looked around the room, when I saw a familiar face, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. The lady turned around and her smile turned to a frown. That's when I realized something. I looked around some more and then realized something. Something horrible. The Spanish dad on the plane, the coffee lady, AND the taxi lady were all in the line, and shooting me death glares.

Well, isn't this just wonderful?