Post by Mikayla Laurel Garrity on Jan 2, 2013 20:25:44 GMT -5
Mikayla tried to catch her breath as she placed her hands on her hips and looked out at the casting directors sitting in the seats yards away in the theater. It was down between her and one other girl, and this audition process was getting exhausting. “ Way to go sharp on that last note Garrity,” her competition said and Mikayla looked over at her underneath her bangs which were blowing away from her face from her trying to catch her breath, “ Yeah well hopefully Burger King has a position available for you because what you just gave was a fucking whopper,” she said before subtly flipping her off. The girl laughed dryly at her before Mikayla brought her attention back to the casting directors. “ Guys I know this is getting daunting. Let’s… let’s do one more piece today and then we’ll decide where to go from there,” he said and Mikayla dropped her head. See where they go from there? That’s what they said the last four auditions, which had resulted in a stream of ‘callbacks’ and ‘we’re just not sure’. “ Elephant Medley,…together… One of you will clearly stand out over the other if you’re both singing it at the same time,” the director said and Mikayla and the girl both looked at eachother. “ Eat my dust, Garrity” she said and Mikayla smirked, “ Only after I bury you under it… bitch,”. Mikayla took in a deep breath and moved to the other side of the stage, waiting for the band to start playing the music. She took in a deep breath before singing out the lyrics she had known since the summer after the movie had come out, forcing Tyler to watch with her nearly every weekend. But for the first time in a long time, she paid attention to the orchestra, to the beat, and was mentally calculating through every song she knew that had the same tempo.
Life didn’t give you many chances, and when you knew one of them was a ‘last’ chance, any type of clarity was out the window. It came strictly down to survival and Kayla abruptly stopped singing, letting Michelle take over the part of the vulnerable girl unsure of whether or not love existed before she leaned forward, clenching her fists together as she put everything she physically had into belting out, “ And she will be loooooovvvved” Kayla kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the expression on the casting directors faces as she continued to spew out lyrics from Maroon 5. After a few stanza’s she reverted back to the original song. She opened her eyes only to look over at Michelle who was looking at her like she was nuts while singing. But Mikayla just kept her eyes on Michelle to get to the more upbeat chorus before she started to sing out lyrics to ‘Moves Like Jagger’. “ I don’t need to try and control you, look into my eyes and I’ll own you,” she sang out, forcing everything she had into her voice until she felt a burning in her throat she had never felt before. Instead of stopping she held onto the final note for finality a few seconds after Michelle had finished her own and took in a quick breath before placing her hand over the front of her throat. It felt like it was ripping itself to shreds and she didn’t even want to begin to wonder what kind of damage she had done to herself. But there was dead silence. She had never been so uncomfortable having all eyes on her. From the blank expression on the casting director’s faces to the look on Michelle’s face with her jaw dropped and eyes widened. “ Okay..” the man in the middle said before twirling his pen a few times. “ Ladies, um..” he said, lifting the pen to scratch over his eyebrow. “ Mikayla congrat-“ was all she heard before her hand lifted from her throat and both of her hands were being placed over her face, letting the thud of her knees hit the theater floor echo throughout the theater. Down on her knees, with her hands covering her face as the tears started to flood was the moment Mikayla had been wishing for ever since her mom took her and Tyler to their first Broadway musical over a decade ago. “ Thank you, Michelle” the directors said to the other girl, trying to politely dismiss her. But Mikayla couldn’t stop the tears coming from her eyes long enough to move her hands and get a final look at the girl. “ Mikayla..” a voice said softly forcing her to wipe the tears away from her eyes as she looked up at the man standing above her. Of course it was Tyler’s dads friend, who she was sure Tyler drove crazy about all of this. She looked up at him, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes as they continued to come. “… Go tell him,” he said before offering a small smile of his own and winked at her.
Mikayla stood up shakily before wrapping her arms around him, hugging him as tightly as she could, just wanting to hold onto this moment. But she couldn’t tell him – he wasn’t back from Nashville yet. In fact, he wouldn’t be in for a few more hours. They’d been waiting for this for over a decade, she couldn’t just blurt it out. ‘Ty, I’m going to be on Broadway’. He would be just as excited, actually.. he would probably be more excited than she was. Kayla leaned away, giving the man a quick kiss on the cheek before she ran off the stage, grabbing her purse out of one of the seats as she ran out of the theater. First stop.. she needed tea and honey. Because she was pretty sure her vocal cords felt like Wolverine had gotten ahold of them. And thankfully the people at Starbucks didn’t look at her too pathetically when she had written her order down on a napkin. He knew she had an audition today. Poor thing probably thought it had gone horribly since she didn’t want to come out and get him from the airport .It had taken her eight different stops, an apologetic text to Tyler saying she couldn’t pick him up from the airport but that his mom was going to and the rest of the time decorating his room for her to finally be finished.. And as she looked around, it would certainly be a lot to walk in on. There were red and black balloons everywhere – Moulin rouge appropriate. She had taken the regular light bulbs out and put red ones in –very French hooker-esque. Plus she had stopped at a French bistro and had gotten all sorts of French food – including her favorite.. the bread, and cheese stuffed mushroom caps. Not to mention she had stopped at La Perla and was wearing a red Moulin rouge ensemble with a black satin robe that was tied loosely at her hips. She could hear Tyler’s voice in the hallway and bit the edge of her lip excitedly as he opened the door. As he stepped inside, Kayla walked over to him, placing a hat like the one Ziddler wore throughout the film onto his gorgeous little head as she said in her now raspy ache-filled voice, “ Talk to me Harry Ziddler, tell me all about it,” she said before she smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. After she let him go she reached over taking the bottle of French champagne off ice before she popped off the cork and held it to the side as the bubbles cascaded out of the top of it.
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Life didn’t give you many chances, and when you knew one of them was a ‘last’ chance, any type of clarity was out the window. It came strictly down to survival and Kayla abruptly stopped singing, letting Michelle take over the part of the vulnerable girl unsure of whether or not love existed before she leaned forward, clenching her fists together as she put everything she physically had into belting out, “ And she will be loooooovvvved” Kayla kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see the expression on the casting directors faces as she continued to spew out lyrics from Maroon 5. After a few stanza’s she reverted back to the original song. She opened her eyes only to look over at Michelle who was looking at her like she was nuts while singing. But Mikayla just kept her eyes on Michelle to get to the more upbeat chorus before she started to sing out lyrics to ‘Moves Like Jagger’. “ I don’t need to try and control you, look into my eyes and I’ll own you,” she sang out, forcing everything she had into her voice until she felt a burning in her throat she had never felt before. Instead of stopping she held onto the final note for finality a few seconds after Michelle had finished her own and took in a quick breath before placing her hand over the front of her throat. It felt like it was ripping itself to shreds and she didn’t even want to begin to wonder what kind of damage she had done to herself. But there was dead silence. She had never been so uncomfortable having all eyes on her. From the blank expression on the casting director’s faces to the look on Michelle’s face with her jaw dropped and eyes widened. “ Okay..” the man in the middle said before twirling his pen a few times. “ Ladies, um..” he said, lifting the pen to scratch over his eyebrow. “ Mikayla congrat-“ was all she heard before her hand lifted from her throat and both of her hands were being placed over her face, letting the thud of her knees hit the theater floor echo throughout the theater. Down on her knees, with her hands covering her face as the tears started to flood was the moment Mikayla had been wishing for ever since her mom took her and Tyler to their first Broadway musical over a decade ago. “ Thank you, Michelle” the directors said to the other girl, trying to politely dismiss her. But Mikayla couldn’t stop the tears coming from her eyes long enough to move her hands and get a final look at the girl. “ Mikayla..” a voice said softly forcing her to wipe the tears away from her eyes as she looked up at the man standing above her. Of course it was Tyler’s dads friend, who she was sure Tyler drove crazy about all of this. She looked up at him, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes as they continued to come. “… Go tell him,” he said before offering a small smile of his own and winked at her.
Mikayla stood up shakily before wrapping her arms around him, hugging him as tightly as she could, just wanting to hold onto this moment. But she couldn’t tell him – he wasn’t back from Nashville yet. In fact, he wouldn’t be in for a few more hours. They’d been waiting for this for over a decade, she couldn’t just blurt it out. ‘Ty, I’m going to be on Broadway’. He would be just as excited, actually.. he would probably be more excited than she was. Kayla leaned away, giving the man a quick kiss on the cheek before she ran off the stage, grabbing her purse out of one of the seats as she ran out of the theater. First stop.. she needed tea and honey. Because she was pretty sure her vocal cords felt like Wolverine had gotten ahold of them. And thankfully the people at Starbucks didn’t look at her too pathetically when she had written her order down on a napkin. He knew she had an audition today. Poor thing probably thought it had gone horribly since she didn’t want to come out and get him from the airport .It had taken her eight different stops, an apologetic text to Tyler saying she couldn’t pick him up from the airport but that his mom was going to and the rest of the time decorating his room for her to finally be finished.. And as she looked around, it would certainly be a lot to walk in on. There were red and black balloons everywhere – Moulin rouge appropriate. She had taken the regular light bulbs out and put red ones in –very French hooker-esque. Plus she had stopped at a French bistro and had gotten all sorts of French food – including her favorite.. the bread, and cheese stuffed mushroom caps. Not to mention she had stopped at La Perla and was wearing a red Moulin rouge ensemble with a black satin robe that was tied loosely at her hips. She could hear Tyler’s voice in the hallway and bit the edge of her lip excitedly as he opened the door. As he stepped inside, Kayla walked over to him, placing a hat like the one Ziddler wore throughout the film onto his gorgeous little head as she said in her now raspy ache-filled voice, “ Talk to me Harry Ziddler, tell me all about it,” she said before she smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. After she let him go she reached over taking the bottle of French champagne off ice before she popped off the cork and held it to the side as the bubbles cascaded out of the top of it.
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