Kate's pov

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Dear God, Mother Nature, Celine Dion, whoever you may be, please get me through this day.

"Good Morning, are you here for auditions?" the guard at the gate asked

"Um yeah, alot of people here seen to be" I mumbled

"Back of the line please" he said

I could feel a few eyes on the back of my head, I ever heard their laughter.

"Who does she think she is" Someone chuckled

"She's pretty, I'll give her that"

"Pretty and talent doesn't mix"

"She looks like her parents are rich"

I never understood why people felt the need to gossip, it never benefited anyone to talk bad about another, it just makes people see you differently if you're going to stain someone's name or judge another person so easily

Luckily my mother didn't raise me to be like that, sure I wasn't that strong when it came to taking criticism but I was always told never to judge someone so easily, I might not know the names of the gossipers but it's not like I'm going to hate them because they talk.

Everyone wants a shot, I get it. The best way they think to bring someone down and destroy their confidence is by talking shit about them.

I just wished the world was different.

"Oh Um I was asked to personally audition" I said to the guard, he raised his brow and the chatters of everyone else went silent

"You sure about that?" the guard asked

"Yes... May Hills asked me to come in" I said

"You hear that!?" someone gasped

"She's lying"

"As if May would ever take a charity case like her. Ptff"

Alright. That's it. The anger from my eyes showed the annoyance within, the girl who was taught to love and keep cool was still hidden but I wasn't going to stand there and let them continue without them knowing I have ears.

"Do you have a problem with me?" I asked

No one seemed to speak up, their heads hung low as they held their imaginary tail between their legs, avoiding my eyes and clearly wasn't expecting me to speak up.

I might look shy but that doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to run over me.

"And why should I believe that May Hills asked you to be here?" The guard asked

"I... Because she gave me a card"

"There's no way" someone whispered, I almost rolled my eyes

"Let me see it" he said

I quickly pulled the card from my back pocket and slowly placed it into his hands, making sure everyone around me had the chance to see it.

What? Don't call me petty

The guard furrowed his brows and examined the card around every inch, clearly confused as to how I even came across such a card. I couldn't blame him though, guess he was just doing his job

His eyes then glanced into mine, almost as if he was pressuring out any lie that was within. I just gave him a small smile and waited

"Buzz her through" he said into a mic

"wait WHAT!?" someone asked

"It's forged. It's clearly forged!"

"Oh come on, you honestly can't believe that a director gave her that card to pass in!" another yelled

I don't know if I should be offended or flattered that they see me as competition. So I simply remained silent, I shouldn't let them to get to me.

Sure I've been given an advantage but I need it. This is my moment. My time to show them what I've got. This is my future on the line and God knows how badly I want this job.

The gates then slid open, the guard's eyes trailed down my body, clearly not impressed but shrugged it off

"Third door is where they're holding auditions, you're gonna walk down there and find a brown door with May's name on it. She'll be in there, just sit out in the waiting room until someone comes and gets your name, got it?" The guard asked

"Got it, thank you so much" I smiled sweetly and headed in

"Good luck" he mumbled

"Thanks, I'll need it" I whispered to myself

I wasn't the most confident here and it was showing. The way my head hung low to avoid the stares of the others who came to audition, the way I chewed my bottom lip nervously, the way my shoulders were hunched forward. My body language was loud and people didn't seem bothered by it at all, clearly not seeing me as competition. I guess they were more pissed about the fact that a personal invite was being wasted on me.

I made it past the third door and walked down the wide hallway, the walls were rustic brown and held lights that seemed almost golden, running along the wall.

My eyes landed on a grown door that had a black star on it, May Hills was written across the star and I knew I was in the right place. A smile stretched across my lips as I made my way over to the black leather couch in the waiting area.

A few people sat around, not caring to spare me a glance. Some ran through a few magazines while others paced back and forth with a script-

SCRIPT

I DON'T HAVE A SCRIPT

"Fuck" I muttered

"Excuse me?" A voice came from behind

A short light-skinned woman stood behind me with a pissed off expression on her face, she seemed stress as if she was working all night with no sleep

"Sorry, Um I wasn't aware that we needed scripts?" I said

"You don't need scripts, they're auditioning for second roles. Barley has any lines but they wanted to make sure to nail it" The woman said

"Oh..." I mumbled

"What's your name" The woman sighed and pulled out a notepad

"Kate"

"And the role you're auditioning for?" She asked

"Daisy" I said

It was in that moment, the room went silent. Those pacing around nervously has stopped and all eyes were now on me. A thick tension seemed to fill the room as I squirmed uncomfortably under their gaze

"Lead role? Do you know how many people are auditioning for this role?" she asked

"Yeah but I'd still like to try. You win or you lose in life but at the end of the day you can still say you tried" I said

The woman raised a brow at me before glancing around the room to the tower people waiting. Her eyes then locked with mine once again and she sighed before writing down my name on the notepad

"You seem like a sweet girl" She mumbled almost inaudibly

"Oh.. Thank you" I whispered

"Was I talking to you?" she asked

"Oh.. Sorry" God this is painfully awkward

The woman sighed again and continued writing a few more words onto the page, I didn't dare lean over to see anything. I was too scared you'd step on my kneecaps and break it.

"Wait here, they'll call your name when they're ready" She said

"Thank you" I smiled, her face was still serious, her eyes ran up and down my body before turning away

"Wait till she meets her co star" she chuckled

I couldn't help but furrow my brows at that, there was very little I knew about this production. The storyline was about two best friends making it big in the world, they moved out to another country with each other and decided to take the same career paths but they came across some troubles. Either way, it was a great film.

But I still had no idea who I would be my co star if I got the part

"You ever think about doing Broadway?" a voice said

I turned around to see an elderly woman sitting on the end of the leather chair

"Pardon me?"

"Broadway, you have a lovely voice, I was wondering if you ever considered it" she said

"Oh. I don't think I have that kind of voice for that" I smiled

"I was on Broadway once" she said

"And did you enjoy it?"

"No, it was crap" the elderly woman said, causing me to chuckle

"Is that why you quit?" I asked

"I never said I quit" she said, this caused me to furrow my brows

"You're still doing it even though you hate it?" I asked

"It's my dream. It's my passion. Sure the people are bitchy and work me out till I'm dry. But it's where my heart belongs. You seem nervous, I assume it's your first major role in a production. I just want to these these words with you. Your heart rests where it belongs" She said

A smile reached my lips as I locked eyes with the woman, her rosy cheeks burned red and her smile was enough to light up the room. It seemed like every bad emotion in me was slipping away just looking at her. Those were the words I needed, what better than advice from someone experienced

"Thank you, so much. You have no idea how much you've helped me" I chuckled

Passion. I had endless amount of passion for my work. I loved to act, it was the only thing that brought me joy in my dark times. I've been through some tough shit and I've made it out alive, all from acting. I've distracted myself from studying, pouring everything into method acting. I lived for these days.

Talent were the right ones for what I was passionate to do, to trust my instincts. I just needed to be told I was good enough, I guess that was made clear when May gave me that card.

Discovering my own talent was an exciting journey of self-discovery. To select only certain qualities, to expect behaviour more suitable for the elderly, was torture for both mind and body. Everyone has talent that is so unique that it needs to unfold like a flower.

For I was ready to show these people what I was made of.