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The Door
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The Door |
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Darkfire k'Sheyna Junior Member
since 2003-03-20
Posts 26Maryland, U.S.A. |
I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans and eye The Door. The Door into which so many hopefuls disappeared… only to reappear in tears. Another emerges. One look and I know. She got bad news. My name is called. My hands tremble. My stomach drops. A shiver of fear races up my spine. I square my shoulders, Call up my mask of calm, And resolutely enter The Door. A row of grim faces meet me, And my resolve quavers. One nods. “Begin,” he says. I do my best, but watching them, I am uncertain. I finish, and they confer in low murmurs. Taking a deep breath, I quash my fears, And prepare for the worst. One turns to me. She smiles. I allow myself a moment of hope. Could it be? “You’re in,” she says. I dance in wild joy. Seeing their amusement, I stop. “Thank you,” I say. Then, With a broad grin splitting my face, I leave the audition And exit through The Door. This is for all those who do auditions- is is based on my experiance of many many nerve-wracking ones for theatre and music. -Darkfire- |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Wonderful. I could almost feel the anxiety myself, breath accelerating, blood pressure rising ... and then the release ... displaying exhilaration. So realistic! Love, Margherita |
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Ringo 
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes |
Jennifer, Just reading your wordsd made my hands start to sweat again thinking about the auditions I've had to endure. And they never seem to get easier, do they???? Great Write. Imagine all the People living life in peace... |
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