'Elisabeth, your turn.'

I exhaled a deep breath as I was getting closer to the testing room. My heart was beating a hundred miles per hour and my palms were producing Niagara waterfalls. Am I going to earn miss Clay's trust? I wasn't quite sure.

Maybe I should just turn around and leave. I'll make up some lame excuse, that surely won't be a problem.

As my mind was reconsidering some of those and recycling fear, I heard a person call my name again: 'Elisabeth, please.'

They are getting annoyed, I should probably go inside.

My gaze was fixed on the floor, eyes trying to track up my movements so I won't fall. I ought to look up, sometime, I guess. I just am not brave what seemed like an burning hour, I looked up, taking in all the surroundings: marble floors, room full of mirrors and an older woman sitting at a nearby table. She was pretty old, me concluding from her grey hair falling in her eyes. The lady looked at me expectantly, and when I said nothing, she began:' I presume you're Elisabeth. Nice to meet you, I'm Dana and I've already talked to your professor, and she filled me up with the information I wasn't quite expecting.'

Automatically, my eyes went from atomic small to a very larger size .I wouldn't be surprised if my sockets fall out.

'She said you've danced before. Is that correct?'

Well, it was. But just for a short period of time. And I surely wasn't an experienced dancer, neither an actor.

'If it's true, I'd like to show me a couple of your moves.'

I had to do it.

'Yes, madam.' ,I retarded.

I took a deep breath and slowly started moving my body to People help the people by Birdy. Good thing I still remember some of ballet moves. I barely made two turns, as the music abruptly stopped. A tall man entered the room, not even having time to sit and talk, but talking straight from the door.

'Dana, love' he spoke ' I'm so sorry for being late .I barely managed to catch my flight from Paris. And to make it even worse, I wasn't able to finish the choreography. I hope you'll forgive me.'

And she was actually pleased to see him. He had this vibrant aura around him which contaminated the air.

Dana replied: 'Klaus, of course I'm not angry. Please, have a seat.'

He did so, placing his papers on the top of the table neatly. And then it happened: our eyes met. Deep blue orbs staring into mahogany ones. My whole body froze, from some kind of strange emotion circling through it. But, just as it came, it went away, probably just like he's going to. I couldn't imagine him involved in this project. It felt weird.

This surely was that look he was giving everyone. I've touched the ground .Why would he look at someone like me?

My thoughts were interrupted by him standing up and coming closer to me, much to Dana's dismay; a small, but captivating smile plastered on his lips. Only now I've noticed his hair was somewhat blonde. And believe me, he was the prettiest man I've ever seen.

'I presume I've interrupted your performance. Please, let me make it up to you.' ,he said.

Slowly, he caressed my hand, got a hold on my back ,pressing it lightly letting me know he has the lead.' It will be fine,' he said ' don't worry.' Came out as a whisper; Looking me straight in the eyes, seeing right through my armour. When he noticed his words weren't sinking in my brain, he repeated:' Are you doubting my abilities, miss?' ,giving me a reassuring smile.

The piano started playing the song, leaving us on the dance floor, alone in our thoughts. He slowly started dancing, adjusting his body to mine. At every step we made, and every time we locked our gazes, butterflies in my stomach patted their wings stronger. When the dance finished, he simply said:' I believe you're going to make it' and left.

Dana, though, was overflowed with some emotion I couldn't register. She looked at me strangely, reconsidering some of her thoughts. After a semi-long silence, she said: 'Elisabeth, you're free. We will contact you. Good bye.'

All I was able to notice was Klaus' smile, making me feel everything is going to be fine.

I came out of the room and found my friend waiting for me outside the door. She instantly got up and beamed:' How was it? You passed?'

I wish I did, I thought. I wasn't an optimist after all.

The story of mine seemed interesting to her and of course, at the end of the tale, she added a remark:' He must be married. Or engaged. Believe me, that kind of men are either occupied or is about to be. Truly, as a friend ,don't get your hopes high, please.'

My steps were smaller and smaller as I was getting closer to my house.

Probably, I won't even make it. I'm just being a dreamer, as usual, I thought to myself.

Wondering who's going to let me down this time?

My house finally came to view. After these two hours wandering around the outskirts of town, I yearned for sleep. It was already 10 pm as I stepped on the front porch. And as usual, my mother was sitting in a chair placed near the staircase; a worried look placed on her face.

'Honey ,where were you?' ,she asked.

All that I could manage to say was:' I'm here now, I just needed some fresh air.'

She hugged me tightly, and led into the house. I entered my bedroom and in a matter of seconds, I was on my bed, fast asleep.

Morning came quicker than I expected. This time,the Sun wasn't here to wake me up. Look from the window showed dark clouds and summery rain about to fall. My closet was fully unloaded, as I reconsidered what should I wear today. At the end, I decided for a sweater and a camisole. I don't have anyone to dress up for ,though.

Even if it was early in the morning, freshly cooked breakfast was waiting for me and my brother. I wasn't really in a mood to talk, so I ate quickly and went to pick up my school bag. As I was about to exit the house, mother yelled after me: 'Elisa, something came'.

An envelope came into my sight.

I gathered courage, opened it and it read:

'Miss Elisabeth Dowel,

We are delighted to announce you passed the casting. Please meet our team at your school along with your parents tomorrow at 2 pm.

Sincerely, Dana G. '

And the thing that I almost missed was a text at the bottom of the page:

'Producer: Dana Griffins.

Sound: Tyler K.

Choreography: Klaus Mikaelson '