Stardom by Taylor Broadway (books to read in your 20s female .txt) 📕

room for errors anywhere. Everything about me had to be perfect, everything!
I had two weeks to prepare. Those two weeks were very nerve racking. I spent every day trying different monologues, pitches, tones. My mom had her designer come up with several different outfits for me, each representing a different monologue. After a whole week and half of trying I finally decided on one. It was from the play “Wait Wait Bo Bait” and it was simple but elegant and comedic but not too funny. It was perfect. After that everything else got decided.
I thought the day I was to fly to Michigan was going to be horrible and filled with nerves but I wasn’t ready for the day of the audition. I was sweating bullets that Tuesday in May. I was on the set in a line of twenty girls who kept reciting their lines over and over. I tried to block out the noise, I knew my monologue very well so I didn’t have to practice. I watched as one by one they went in and came out. Their dreams were crushed and I could only imagine what would happen to me if mine were too!
I was number 16 in line and by girl number ten, 17, 18, 19 and 20 had left. That made me last to audition! I was tempted for a minute to back out too, I wasn’t ready for this one and I knew it. Then I thought about my goal and how this could be the last step on the ladder. I walked into that room with my head held high.
“Hello,” said a friendly lady as I walked to the big X. The woman glanced at me and rolled her eyes. “This is Abrianna Cane, 15, Los Angeles California,” she sighed.
I smiled widely at the three people in front of me. One was a buff man in sun glasses and the other two were smiley ladies with notepads. They didn’t intimidate me at all, at first.
“Ok Abrianna, act out your monologue,” one of the smiley ladies said, “if John here likes it we will hand you a script to perform for us, if not Jenny here will escort you out.”
That’s when their smiley faces and his glasses intimidated me.
I took a deep breath and began, “Oh Mr. Phone why don’t you ring? Why don’t I hear you sing in the night? One ding a ling is all I need to feel right,” I was at the part where I needed gestures when “John here” raised his hand.
“Script,” he shouted at the lady.
I sighed to myself, this could be it! The lady handed me a thick script and I flipped to the marked page. The script was very detailed, from the exact accent to tone and gestures. I studied it for a minute and then looked at the three people.
“Oh come on Sally you can’t expect me to do all that in thirty minutes,” I said sounding like Sookie Stackhouse from “True Blood”.
“John here” put his hand in the air and whispered something in the ladies ear. She then went to the girl I took as Jenny and she walked towards me. I felt faint for a moment, as if I was going to have a heart attack right then. But instead of taking my arm and escorting me out, she handed me a paper.
It read:
You’ve been chosen to play the role of Anne Brown in the upcoming movie “Sweet Brown”. Director John Boi is excited to have you on board. Please report back to the set Thursday, May 28 at nine am sharp for the script reading. Wardrobe fitting is Friday at noon in the west wing of the building. Again we are pleasured to have you aboard.
- Abigail Minot (screen writer)
I smiled widely and nearly screamed. Jenny then escorted me back to my parents and we did a small happy dance in the set parking lot.
My mom and dad were so happy for me. Walter was happy for me. I called my acting coach and she was happy for me. Everyone I told was happy for me. I of course was happy for me too. I was ecstatic but I couldn’t show it. Me being a professional and all, this was no biggy for me. Well it was I just wasn’t going to show it or tell anyone.
Let us pause once again now so I can happy dance again. I did so well in my audition, obviously. I learned that the two signed actors were Leonardo Dicaprio and Jennifer Hudson. They’re two of my idols now. Johnny Boi I learned is a well known director in England who wanted to make a cross over to American films. Abigail Minot, the lady who wrote the letter, was and has been Johnny Boi’s screen writer, she specializes in drama. Walter had to teach me everything about everyone before the “table reading”. Now I’m pushing play.
My hard work had paid off. My boring acting life was on its way from boringville to Hollywood. I was very proud of me; I gave myself a pat on the back. I was ready for the paparazzi and press now. But Walter said I’d have to wait until the end of filming for all that. I guess I could wait that long. I was just overly excited about everything. This was my time now, I was going to be the nobody to somebody over night deal. That was going to be me in 48 hours!
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Publication Date: 03-27-2010

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