Ashley Tisdale nervously entered the large room, fidgeting with her sheet music. She glanced around and saw three men sitting at one wall, along with a piano in the middle of the room and another wall devoted to numerous mirrors.
She cleared her throat, hoping to clear away the butterflies in her stomach and put on a shaky smile.
"Name, please?" One of the men called to her.
"Um, Ashley Tisdale…" She murmured, stepping closer to them.
"Alright, Ashley, what song are you going to sing for us?" Another man with dark hair and glasses asked kindly, standing up and shaking her hand.
"Popular from Wicked." She replied and handed the music to the man who had asked her name. He took the papers and sat down at the piano.
"Whenever you're ready dear." The be-spectacled man said lazily, sitting down and picking up a clip board. Ashley whispered to the guy where she wanted to start then nodded to show she was ready.
Licking her lips she tentatively began, "Whenever I see someone less fortunate that I, and let's face it, who is it? Less fortunate than I. My tender heart tends to start to bleed, and when someone needs a makeover, I simple have to takeover. I know, I know, exactly, what they need…"
She continued singing getting stronger and stronger with each line until she finished with a bang on the line: "You'll hang with the right cohorts, you'll be good at sports, know the slang you've got to know! So let's start, cuz you've got an awfully long way to go!" Ashley held the note then slowly faded out, momentarily forgetting where she was and what she was doing.
"Very nice, very nice!" The dark haired man exclaimed, standing up again and crossing the room towards her.
"I am Kenny Ortega, director and choreographer of the film. Thank you very much for coming here today, we'll be in touch for the callbacks. Have a nice day, Miss Tisdale!" He said shaking her hand again then handing her the music back.
She gave him another small smile then turned and walked out of the room, her body still in semi-comatose from singing. She really wanted to be in the movie-musical, she hoped it might be a breakthrough for her.
Please, let my dreams come true…Please… She prayed as she went back to her hotel to start the inevitable waiting game that was known at theatre.
Well, this is like the prologue or something like that! I'm not sure if I'm going to continue or not so please tell me if you like it and if you want me to continue! I'm sorry this is short, if I continue; I'll make the next chapter a lot longer! Reviews please, at least 5! Thank you!