Disclaimer: As Miraculous as it would be if I really did own, I don't.
AN: As I mentioned before, I am doing one fic for every single member of Marinette's class. This time, I'm giving Mylène a look in.
Mylène looked at the audience in front of her and took in a deep breath. Picking up the printed sheets in front of her, she looked at lines and began.
"Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry" she told the crowd, gesturing with her hands. (It would have been nice to have an idea of the context of the scene, but the director wanted to see them improvise with random lines. Apparently he thought it was good practise.)
Her audience, a handful of men and women with clipboards and blank expressions made notes and Mylene felt her heart plummet to her feet. They were going to tell her that she wasn't good enough, that she should go home now, that-
"You may continue now miss Haprèle," the man in the front row said. She let out a sigh of relief and the man looked at her. "Whenever you're ready."
"Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind" she said as she read the next line given to her. Again, it was out of context, but she waggled her finger disapprovingly as she imagined the character would. (She had no idea who the character was, or what context, but if they wanted ad hoc improvisation, then that is what they would get!) From the back of the theatre, she could see her boyfriend Ivan give her an approving thumbs up sign and she resisted the urge to smile. The assembled audience nodded and made yet more notes, looking as impassive as ever.
"And can you give us the final lines provided?" the man in the front row said and she took in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding and her stomach twisted in fear, but she continued none the less.
"Why, then the world 's mine oyster" she said, her arms outstretched as though embracing the world and the audience nodded almost subtly as they began to confer amongst themselves. Finally, the man who had spoken to her earlier looked up at her.
"Mylène Haprèle, your next audition is on Saturday the fourteenth of March at this theatre," he said, his voice impassive and emotionless. "You will be provided with your lines on the day."
Another audition. Mylène stood there, as she slowly digested what she had just been told. Another audition. They wanted to see more of her, stubby, scared of everything Mylène. It seemed like a miracle, something from a dream or a fantasy.
Ivan hugged her and suddenly everything sunk in at once.
"I have another audition!" she said excitedly as she hugged her boyfriend, who smiled.
"Hey, you were great. They should have given you the part right there!" he told her and Mylène smiled.
"They don't give out parts on the first audition. At least, not here. But a second one is really good news. It means that they're really impressed," a look of fear crossed her face. "I hope I do well enough in those," she added nervously.
"Hey, you'll be perfect and if those bozos don't see it, it's their loss," Ivan said and she kissed him. It didn't matter if they liked her or not, she could always count on Ivan to be there for her.