Prologue
Here I was.
Finally here at the auditorium, script in hand, preparing to dazzle an audience that wasn't there. I had to stop myself from getting excited - after all, it was only the audition.
What an honour! To be accepted into the final rounds of an acting competition that in previous years I had been so self-doubtful and shy that I wouldn't even dream of entering.
Funny that the most timid person it seemed in the whole world was the one that hoped to be an actor, to perform.
In front of hundreds of people.
The thought made me shiver with an even mixture of fear - and excitement. And here I was.
This is my chance.
I felt like I had won the lottery - just felt...lucky. But I couldn't let these thoughts consume me. Not this time.
But what if I was lucky?
What if it wasn't talent that brought me here, it was all...
A small squeeze on my hand brought me back to reality, with the pretty, smiling face looking up at me, "Relax, Abby. You're gonna do great."
Ah, yes. This is Hannah, my older sister (by one year and three months). A beautiful, chestnut-skinned, freckled-faced girl who stood only a few inches below my height. She was my entire world - my best friend. She was the angel that kept my self doubt at bay, kept it from destroying me entirely.
If not for her, I wouldn't even be here right now. She was the one that somehow by some godly charm managed to pep-talk her way into my head.
For that, I am both concerned and ridiculously grateful.
As I sat down on the one of the many plastic chairs in the room, my knee wouldn't stop bouncing. I was so nervous!
It's fine, Abigail. You're going to be fine, you're going to smash this.
The thing that broke me from my thoughts was the sound of a phone vibrating in Hannah's pocket. She picked it up, checking the id of the caller. In the length of a split second, the once warm, smiling face was replaced with something sour and twisted I had never seen on her before. Her eyes were hard and she had something between a grimace and a scowl on her face.
Curious at what could have got her so riled up, I tried to sneak a glimpse at her phone to see who got her in such a foul mood.
Unfortunately for me, I was not known for being the most discreet of detectives.
She caught on to what I was doing rapidly, and ferociously swiped her phone into her handbag. Strange.
"I'm going to take this, Abby. Good luck with your audition." Her words had lost the warmth they once possessed.
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This is an incredibly short chapter. Don't worry, it will definitely get more interesting!
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