A/N: The song used in this chapter is Runaway by Bruno Mars.
The spotlight shone on him, and him alone. The stage set, curtains drawn back. All eyes were on him, waiting on the edge of their seats for the magic to flood through his chest and out into the air.
Well that's how he saw it anyway.
In truth, there was only one in his audience (two, if you counted her right-hand). But this was only the audition.
The music began to play, and he took a deep breath before smirking and grabbing the microphone. His sudden change from calm to exuberant must have surprised her, because her somewhat bored expression froze considerably.
"Well looky here, looky here, oh what do we have? Another pretty thing ready for me to grab-"
He was already tapping his foot as he sang, the quick-tempo song taking hold of him.
"-But little does she know I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing, 'cause at the end of the night it is her I'll be holdin'-"
She watched him intently, her mask of indifference pierced by her eyes that scanned his every movement, ready to catalogue any flaw or mistake.
"-'I love you so', that's what you'll say. You'll tell me 'Baby baby please don't go away'. But when I play, I never stay. So every girl that I meet, yeah, this is what I'll say-"
She wouldn't find any.
"-Run run run away, run away baby before I put my spell on you-ou! You better get get get away, get away darlin', 'cause everythin' you heard is true-ue!-"
He was almost dancing now, every movement bubbling with energy that he could only release through the music filling the air.
"-Your poor little heart, will end up alone, 'cause lord knows I'm a rollin' stone. So you better run run runaway, runaway baby!-"
His music.
He had barely gotten through another verse when she suddenly stopped him, the command ringing sharply like an axe striking down through his song.
"Enough."
He had blinked, both in surprise and possibly even irritation, but he kept his smile as he returned the microphone to its stand. After all of his performances, after countless other auditions, he still felt anxious as he waited for her opinion. She thought, long nails drumming slowly against the wood table, and after several agonising minutes, she finally spoke.
"Alright, I think there just may be a spot for you." The corner of her mouth turned upwards slightly in a smile, and relief only added to his satisfaction.
"Thank you, Miss Mooney." He grinned, showing the gap between his two front teeth.
So you better run run runaway, runaway baby'!