Solo [The Amphitheater] The Right Choice (Audition Thread)

[Alia Beaudouin]

89th of Fall, 513. Ninth Bell Alia had hardly believed the Labor Aid office when they had told her she could audition at the Amphitheater, never mind believing that she actually had a chance at getting a job there. Now, there was a spot open at the theater, and Alia intended to get it. Hugging herself, Alia started a conversation with herself in her mind to take her thoughts away from the audition, the amphitheater, the future. If you drag your feet any slower it'll be spring before you reach the Amphitheater Maybe I don't want to go to the Amphitheater. If you don't get a job soon you'll have no money to keep that runty apartment you call home. Thats not my home. Just hurry up, if you don't get there by the tenth bell, you'll be late and then you'll never get a job and then you'll end up busking on the street and then you'll get robbed and.. Alia shook her head. Am I going insane? Is that why I'm talking to myself? Atleast she wasn't fantasizing tiny globs of magic floating everywhere and unicorns prancing around. No, that was when she would declare herself insane. Picking up the pace a little, Alia shuffled down the path to the Amphitheater, taking the exact route Jorin had shown her earlier that season. Is that why you're taking the job at the Amphitheater? Because Jorin is an actor? You know the Job Agency recommended you to the White Crane, and you know that you''d be better of there. You know it, you do. Banishing the thought from her head, Alia shook her head again, freeing several small strands of fire-red hair from the somewhat-neat bun she had pulled it back into. Her hair was tied back by a blue ribbon, a nice contrast to her hair, she thought. Reaching back into the small knapsack she had brought with her, Alia skimmed over her notes. She had nearly, nearly, confined all of them to memory. All except one dratted line. Mumbling over her lines quietly, Alia imagined herself on the Amphitheater stage, holding the cards, reciting her lines, everything in order, then that one, darned, final line. Her nice fantasy turned to ruin as she thought about what would happen if she messed up that line, one word, one emphasis, one card, what would happen then? Then you wouldn't get the job. A snarky voice hissed in her head. Once again dismissing the thought, Alia worked on memorizing the line. Look at me! Look at how I stand, how I hold myself high! How I feel, how I see! Why are you blind to the world? Why are you blind.. Alia paused, right where it said to, To me? Alia bowed on her imaginary stage, flowers raining down, audience clapping. And then she dropped her notes. Halfway through her bow to the imaginary audience, a gust of wind stole the small parchments her lines were written on in delicate ink. No, no no no no! Alia watched in horror as the fragile papers were rudely ripped away from her, landing right in a puddle of mud. Kneeling down, oblivious to the fact that her Bryda she had brought all the way from Wind Reach was getting speckled with mud. Picking up one still legible paper, she read the one line that wasn't smeared with brown goo. Why are you ignorant, foolish, why do you fall down and sulk? Why don't you see the world for the way it is, for the way I see it? Balling the parchment in her fist, Alia readjusted her knapsack and brushed off her now-muddy pants. She was going to get to the Amphitheater, on time, and she was going to get that job.

[Alia Beaudouin]

89th of Summer, 513. Eleventh Bell Alia had sat in the audience of the theater for nearly two bells, getting more and more nervous as time went on. She had finally noticed how dirty her clothes looked, after kneeling in mud. She had tried wiping off the Bryda, but to no avail. Alia sighed. I bet actors just automatically have bad days whenever theres an audition, or performance, or.. Stop making excuses. Just go up there, and be amazing. Idly twirling another escaped strand of hair, Alia began counting seconds that turned into minutes, minutes that ticked closer and closer to her audition. She hadn't been paying much attention to the other auditions, but she could tell they were nearly all male, and nearly all much more organized and poised than her. Tick, tick, tick.. "Next!" The stage master called up again, and Alia realized that her audition time was only two minutes away. Hurrying behind stage, Alia joined several other nervous wannabe actors, eagerly awaiting their call. After what felt like ages later, Alia felt sweat bead up on the back of her neck as her the clock on the wall reached her audition time. "Next!" Striding out onto stage in what she felt like was a confident manner, Alia projected her voice the way she had seen many other actors do, though it still sounded meek and stupid to herself. All eyes were on her. Clearing her throat, Alia introduced herself, then began. "You don't see it." Her voice was small, all of the bravo she had a second ago gone, and she felt as if the stage master's eyes were boring into her skull. You just don't see it. Alia built up her voice, into a near shout. How can I possibly love you when you don't see it? You don't see anything! Her voice lowering again, Alia tried to make her voice sound pleading. You don't see me, you don't see beauty, you don't see grace and goodness and hope, you see shadows, shadows and doubt, grey colors everywhere, as if nothing matters to you!" Pausing for a second, Alia raised her voice and extended her arms, keeping her gaze upwards. "When the moon shines down upon a lake and the ripples in the water are highlighted in blue and silver, when everything seems in order, and peace, everything wonderfully perfect and every single color shines in one magnificient streak of greatness, you don't see it." Returning her gaze to the stage master, Alia tried to summon fake tears, but failed, only succeeding in a small grimace. "And when I look at you, and my eyes are filled with so much pain that I can barely keep them open, you don't see it." "You don't see the sun, you don't see the way rain flows down the windows, smearing the landscape outside it, creating wondrous new shapes and giving me a peace of mind, you simply look away, dismissing it as nothing but rain." Hardening her voice and growing increasingly hostile in tone, Alia kept staring straight at the stage master. "Why can't you see?! I can't love you if you close your eyes to the world - to the wondrous world around us, to the eagles and their riders, the glass projecting shapes and colors all around, Alia's voice grew soft again, "and to the people who love you." Momentarily faltering as images of her notes crumpled in the mud, of her pants splattered with mud, of her lonely trudge over to the Amphitheater flashed in front of her eyes, Alia stammered, "Look- Look at me! At us.. At.." Refusing to break eye contact with the stage master, Alia thought back in her memory to that line, that one line that she always forgot. Regaining herself, Alia continued, her voice a full on shout, littered with emotion. "Look at me! Look at how I stand, how I hold myself high! How I feel, how I see! Why are you blind to the world? Why are you blind.." Alia paused again, as if working up the courage to speak. "..To me?" Taking a long breath, Alia bowed. The stage master had remained stone-faced throughout her entire performance. Did he like it? Did he hate it? Did her slip up ruin everything? So many questions, so little- "Next!"

[Alia Beaudouin]

89th of Fall, 513 Twelfth Bell "Beaudouin, Alia!" After ages and ages of auditions, where Alia could practically feel herself slowly aging, she finally heard her name. Bolting out of her seat in the audience, Alia ran up the steps to the stage and prepared herself for the worse. I'm sorry Alia, but your audition was horrible, please go home now. She could imagine the stage master saying, shaking his head as if wondering why she auditioned at all. Alia flinched as the stage master began to talk. "There was several ups and downs to your performance, I found." Alia grasped onto a glimmer of hope. Could she have made it? "You are an amateur actor, yes?" The answer was no, then. She hadn't made it. Solemnly nodding to the stage master, Alia barely suppressed tears as she awaited his word of dismissal. "First, the downs. You stammered several times during the monolog, yes?" Alia felt as if he was slowly torturing her. Not trusting herself to speak, Alia silently nodded. "And your clothes seem to be.." His eyes skimmed over her Vinati and Bryda. "Less than desirable for a performance." Alia didn't make eye contact with the stage master. Employment at the White Crane, it was. "I also see you have no notes, and since you stammered, this means you didn't simply memorize the script?" Alia nodded. "Forgot it, then?" Another nod. "Hmm.. Thats fine. You did pretty well with no script, and I suppose your monolog wasn't too terrible. Lots of emotion, and well thought out." "Write it yourself?" Alia pondered the question. She had based the story off of an old tale her mother once had told, about a man blind to the world and a woman far to in love with him to accept that he didn't care for her. The stage master cleared his throat. Alia realized he was waiting for an answer. "Ah.. Yes, yes sir. I wrote it myself." Am I lying? Will he know? Will he kick me out if he thinks I stole a script from another actor? Is there any chance I'll get in anyway? "Hmm.. Well, I enjoyed the script. Thank you." Just as Alia was turning to head offstage, her eyes watering, the stage master spoke. "Excuse me? Where are you going? We still have much to discuss, Alia Beaudouin." What was he talking about? She didn't get in, end of story, no reason to drag it out more. "Can you act, Alia Beaudouin?" What kind of question was that? Obviously she couldn't, or she would have the part already. Alia mumbled a short 'Yes' before turning to walk away again. "What?" "Yes. I can." "Then be here tomorrow. Seventh bell, and please, don't be covered in mud this time." The stage master packed up his papers, and briskly walked out the back door of the Amphitheater, leaving Alia alone with her thoughts. In her mind, confetti and glitter were raining down on top of her. She had gotten the job. Spinning round in circles, Alia let out a whoop, she was an actor, now! An actor! Looking outside, Alia saw a plump snowflake fall lazily to the ground. I'll have a job by the time the first snowflake falls. Her own voice echoed through her mind. Checkmate, life. I win.

[Taylani]

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Alia Beaudouin:

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