I tapped my foot nervously on the linoleum floor tiles, fidgeting relentlessly on the squeaky plastic chair. Today was my big day. I could not mess up at all. The chairs beside me were empty; this made the long arched hall seem even more daunting than it should. I sighed, focusing on my breathing. In.... Out... In... Out... That's the ticket. Even though my mind was calming, my hands shook and my breath kept catching in my throat. My pressed them together, curling them into one tight ball in front of me, and breathed through a tiny hole between my thumbs.
"Skylar Turner?" A sharp, feminine voice issued from a side chamber. I got up slowly, not wanting my legs to buckle, and walked towards the the sound. A fairly middle-aged woman sat behind an overcrowded desk, covered in stacks of paper. She had thin lips and bones that protruded out of her skin. Glasses rested on the tip of her nose.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"You are due at your audition now. To the left please,"
"Thank you,"
She moved her arm in the direction of the corridor and nodded politely. I followed the corridor down all the way until I reached big black double doors, with a brass knocker on the front. Reaching my trembling hands out gingerly, I grasped the cold handle and dropped it against the door.
"Come in," A low voice called. I strode in with as much dignity as possible. It wasn't much, as I tripped over the kerb getting on to the stage. I hastily picked myself up, my cheeks red with embarrassment, cursing at myself for being clumsy.
"You are?"
"Skylar Turner, Sir," My eyes darted to the sound, and found a whole panel of professionals behind a screen. The man laughed.
"There is no need to be nervous. Just do your very best," I blushed scarlet, but said nothing.
"I expect you know why you're here?"
"Yes Sir. To audition for a space at the Guildhall School for Music and Drama," I piped up.
"Very good," He muttered quietly to his companions.
"So, Miss Turner... Show us what you've got. Good luck," A woman beside him smiled. The lights went out.
Calmly, I walked to the side of the stage. Bowing, I sat down on the piano stool. My fingers traced the silk white keys.
I had chosen a song from "Heart of Courage" because I felt like there was such a relatable meaning. I felt waves of passion and electricity running through my veins. The explosive feel expressed itself through my rapid fingers.
I finished the piece with a flourish, my feet treading delicately on the brass pedals, my fingers sweeping the keys from left to right, my head bent so low with concentration. The room was silent except from my heavy breathing. A smile broke out on my face. The panel were smiling too; some were clapping, some were writing, and some just had the look of pure surprise written accoss their faces. I stood up and bowed again.
"Absolutely stunning, Miss Turner," The same man called, "Next, we have the aural tests," He walked over to the shiny, black Grand Piano. I stood up quickly, so that he could sit down.
"Now, I'm going to play a melody and you sing it back," He played a couple of random notes, and then the piano fell silent. The sound of my wavering voice followed.
"And again," He played more notes, which I repeated. This went on for a couple of minutes. Then, he stood up and handed me a script.
"Your final task is to read this monologue and perform it. Try learn it, however, it is not compulsory,"
I read over the script. My hands stopped shaking, and I smiled once more. I knew the script from a book I had once loved.

*****

"Well done Miss Turner. You have completed the audition. Your piece was full of energy and therefore, you were able to show your true talent off. The aural tests were accurate too. The monologue, however was outstanding! You learnt all the words, added expression and even acted some bits out too. It has been one of the most outstanding performances today. Congratulations! The final places will be notified when decided, but I'll tell you now... Don't let it cross your mind whether you get in or not. This is the place you are born for!" he concluded, and the panel burst into applause.
"Thank you very much!" I bowed again and made my way to the doors.

*****

Letting the fresh air hit my face, I screamed down the corridors, punching the air wildly. The next auditionee looked at me strangely, before walking off for his audition. The woman who greeted me to the desk appeared.
"Good? All done and dusted?,"
"Yes, thank you!" I skipped over to the chairs again. Pulling out my iPod, I put the same song from my audition on, and blasted it through my headphones. I pictured the room again.
The boy who I'd met down the corridor walked back after about 20 minutes. He threw himself down on a plastic chair and grinned to himself.
"Good audition?" I asked.
"Never better. What about you?"
"Yeah, not bad. I'm Skye. Short for Skylar. Skye Turner," I held a hand out to shake his.
"Hi there Skye. I'm Orlando Bloom,"

Okay, so this book is based on Orlando Bloom *duh* and it starts when he joins Guildhall School... Blah blah blah. I haven't actually been or anything, I'm just making it up! But, for real, he did go there!

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