Being paired with another person had its pros and cons for the interview. The pros being the fact that I had someone I could bounce off of during a scene, being able to work together also helped showcase how well you could work during improvised sessions. The cons were, if your partner messed up, it could reflect badly on you if their mistakes caught you out.
I hoped to God they paired me up with the girl, assuming my hunch about her was right. Not because together we would both pass the test, but because she looked like she was least likely to mess up, which would be a risk for me too.
Luck was not on my side, however, as they paired me up with one of the older, more nervous ones. The man wasn’t too much older than me, but he gave me the impression that this was not the first time he had tried to get hired here.
Despite the disappointment in the match, I figured I should still be polite. I smiled at the man and said, “name’s Liam, good luck.”
The man looked down at me, nodded once, but offered nothing in the way of pleasantries. I shrugged. It was up to him if he wished to return the politeness or not; it had no actual effect on me in terms of how much I wanted to beat him and secure my place.
One of the staff members handed out a piece of paper that had a couple of scenes from the play, Romeo and Juliet. Everyone and their mother knew of this one and they had overdone it thousands of times in various media. As the two of us glanced over the parts offered to us, I knew one of us would have to play as Juliet.
I had a feeling the guy wouldn’t want to play that role and although I was no fan of pretending to be some chick; I was willing to do anything to get this chance of stardom.
As we all looked over the scenes, the staff member then let us know which order the pairs would work in. We were the last pair to act. Sometimes that was a good thing when acting in front of other potential stars? Not always so. Seeing others go before you, and how amazing - or bad - they perform can affect your own skills if you are prone to anxiety attacks or other such things.
I hoped this man held up under that kind of pressure.
As the first pair showed off their skills, I quickly realised each of us had a different play we were all acting. Which meant they were trying to throw us off by making sure we couldn’t copy another group and trying to one-up them. I couldn’t care less if I was honest. I just knew that whether this man did well or not, I would not let him drag me down with him.
As I watched each pair do their scene, I felt more and more confident about my own skills. When it came to the girl, whose name I now knew as Skyler, she and her partner had to perform a horror skit. I wasn’t familiar with the skit they were doing, but as I expected, she acted her part more than well. Her partner didn’t do too badly either, despite her nerves.
If I was honest, none of the groups acted poorly. Though one or two of them did hiccup once or twice, they easily rolled it off without making it obvious to anyone not skilled enough to notice. Of course, that didn’t include anyone judging us, but regardless, they did well in my opinion.
Then, at last, it was our turn.
In the brief time we had discussed who would go first in the scene, I knew he would be the one to start, allowing me to follow on through from where he left off.
“If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick’st up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!” He said with passion.
This wasn’t the same as the scenes I had on my paper! All I could guess was that man seemed determined to catch me out - or perhaps he was trying to impress the judges, or the paper they had given him had very different scenes, I wasn’t sure that the reason was, but regardless of the reason, his part did not match any of mine. In fact, it wasn’t even a Juliet scene at all!
I couldn’t risk messing up or pausing too long, as either case would show a lack of ability to improvise. Luckily, I was well-versed in the play so without missing too long of a beat, I replied, mimicking a slight Italian accent, “nay, that’s not so.”
The man’s lips twitched, almost smiling as he realised how quickly I caught on. He resumed his own part, and said, “I mean, sir, in delay. We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgement sits five times in that ere once in our five wits.”
Holding the accent, I smoothly replied, “and we mean well in going to this mask, but ‘tis no wit to go.”
“Why, may one ask?” The man asked in return.
Tapping my temple I answered, “I dream’d a dream to-night.”
The man’s lip twitched again. He was obviously finding the whole thing amusing and was trying hard not to show it. “And so did I,” he commented.
With a small but refrained smile, I asked, “well, what was yours?”
“That dreamers often lie,” he replied.
I was about to speak the next line, however, the man in the glasses whispered something to the woman beside him and she spoke up, “thank you. That’ll do.”
As the judges discussed the results and who they enjoyed or not, the group of would-be actors and I stood in the furthest corner of the stage. I got a sneak glance at the paper the man had in his hand, though he obviously didn’t need it, given how well he played his role, and what I saw irritated me somewhat.
He had ignored the choices in order to trip me up by playing a scene not given to us. That could have gone badly for him, regardless of if I messed up or not, and now, thanks to him, I was at risk of failing because he had used a scene of his own choosing without thought to the consequences. Regardless, I could not complain or scold him for it. Such a thing would look bad on me, no matter how irritable I felt.
Waiting for the results was now even more arduous than before, all thanks to the man they had partnered me with. Would they disqualify us both for ignoring the options, or would they find it impressive that I had continued as though we had planned it all along despite knowing that was impossible.I couldn’t let the pressure get to me, however, as any sign of weakness meant I was not ready to deal with the stress of being an actor.After what seemed like forever, the judges had made their choices and called us back over to get the results. Despite working in pairs, some groups only had one of them pass to the next stage. That gave me hope that I might still get through.As soon as it was my turn to be judged, the woman who had done most of the talking was glancing down at the notes in front of her. She was quiet for some time before finally saying, “we said this was an improvised session, so it is no surpr
I can feel my heart thumping loudly in my chest as I start taking off my shirt. I can feel my cheeks burning brighter and hotter at the thought of showing off my body to those who are pretty much strangers to me, even if I have spent half of the day with them. Not to mention if that is Kain Jones! To be looked at by that man has my mind swirling. I have no way of knowing what sort of body they’re looking for with this role, I just hope I have such a body they are after. I know requiring actors to strip is quite common for performers, even if I wish that wasn’t a reality. As the last button is undone, the man in the hat made a short hum of thought before saying dismissively, “that’ll do. Thank you.” I didn’t even get to take the shirt all the way off. That… was a distinctly bad sign. Did he sense how nervous I felt? Or could see without me going fully topless that my form wasn’t what he was looking for? I could fee
I entered the room alone and came face to face with Kain Jones. My heart skipped a beat, but I had a feeling it had been him there watching us. His sunglasses were now replaced with a pair of reading spectacles. His strawberry blond hair and heterochromia blue and brown eyes are a clear give away which had been why he had hidden them both behind his hat and sunglasses and hardly spoke. He gestured to the seat in front of him and waited for me to sit down before he made my fate known to me. I sat as instructed. “You indeed show much talent, Mister Smith,” Kain said, his words milky honey despite the firm tone he spoke with. I offered a smile. “Thank you,” I replied, though with Kain’s blank demeanour I couldn’t tell if he was actually impressed or if he was merely being polite. There was an awkward silence between us as Kain shifted through the notes and things he had on me. He then lifted those beautiful eyes to meet mine and sa
The other young lad was just exiting the office as I made my back there. It hadn’t been long since I had left, but by the look of things, they had already rejected him. This did not surprise me; he wasn’t much older than me and his body type was not too dissimilar either. I offered him a small smile of comfort as I passed him by, but I had no intention of stopping to talk with him about things. As I found myself back at the office, I could tell that the CEO was still within, as I heard him speaking with someone on the phone’s loudspeaker. I couldn’t quite hear who he was speaking with, but at a guess, it was the woman from before. I almost felt bad for interrupting them, but I felt this couldn’t wait until they finished. I took a deep breath in and opened the door with a bit more force than I had planned to use. Kain paused in what he was talking about and looked up at me through his glasses. He did not look impressed to see me in the least. In
Shiya had been rather nice to me on the way down to the lobby and walked me to the front doors before leaving me outside to go back to her own work. She did not comment on what I had done, perhaps because there wasn’t much more to say about it. I just couldn’t believe someone like the Wulf man had got the job over me and had somehow kept it despite the filth he was. I couldn’t move from the spot for a while before I sighed and took a few steps to head home. I hesitated and looked back at the building. No. I would not give up just yet. There had to be a way to make the CEO see I was more than qualified to work for him. The fire inside of me hadn’t gone out just yet. I just needed an idea. I couldn’t go back into the building without the risk of security being called on me, but I could wait out here. There was no way Kain Jones used the front entrance, though. That meant there had to be a back entrance people came in and out of to come and go unn
The first blow lands in my gut, causing me to buckle over as far as I can go while being held by the big dude behind me. I don’t even have that much money on me, or even a phone. I had to scrape up what little I could just to afford the outfit for today and that meant selling what little I owned. It was a cruel irony in a way. The leader didn’t hold back his punches and when he had grown bored with hitting me; he let his friends have their fun. At least they weren’t punching my face… THWACK My cheek stung from the blow. I shouldn’t have tested fate by thinking about it. It was inevitable, really. Another blow landed on my other cheek. Regardless, I did my best to endure their onslaught of punches. As they slowed down, I shot them a small glare. I refused to give them the satisfaction of showing them any pain. Big mistake. The leader had the big fellow knock me to the ground and before I could get up or roll away, the fiv
When Kain had said limo, he had really meant the longest freaking car in the entire world. I was pretty sure he had a swimming pool in this limo, a bar and probably an entire house! Or maybe I was just being overly dramatic because I was not used to seeing a limo… all I knew was that this really was the longest car I had ever seen in my life! I was so stunned at the size of this thing that I had almost forgotten about the beating I had just endured. Drake seemed somewhat uncomfortable allowing Kain to open his own car door, but with me in his arms, he had little choice. Once the limo’s door was open, I remembered what was going on and tried to squirm my way out of his grasp. “You don’t need to take me anywhere. I’m fine and will manage!” I try to protest, but Drake doesn’t seem to listen to my request to be let go. Kain stands aside and allows Drake to put me into the limo, but before I can make my way back out again, Kain is already ge
For most of the ride, I spend it gawking at the various things inside the limo. There really is a whole cocktail bar in here! No swimming pool, but there are various options to turn it into a party car with working lights and all! I can’t even imagine how much this thing costs to own, let alone keep it in working order. I am so tempted to press some buttons and find out what each of them does, but I remind myself that I would only annoy Kain by doing so. I spare a glance at him, but he is fully engrossed in his work right now. Looking back at the buttons, I mull over each of them before turning my attention to the bar with the various drinks. I admit I am envious of Kain’s lavish lifestyle. I can only dream of this sort of thing right now. It takes about half an hour before the limo slows down and Kain finally puts his tablet away. He looks down at a watch on his wrist and then smiles to himself. He then turns to face me and nods his he