Reach For the Stars
Chapter One
"Mail you should go for the part", Emile said between chips as she leaned back on the sofa. Creasing my brows in confusion I glanced up from a sink full of dirty dishes mainly due to the very woman who was speaking. Her eyes darted to my own and then back to some obnoxious television show. "What are you talking about now Emile", I asked setting a rather old blue sponge down. "Saw the flyer for the acting part", the woman said her eyes fluttering over to the television again. Sighing I knew instantly what Emile was referring to ,and regretted not throwing the damn paper away once it was handed to me. Said paper was sitting on top of a pile of applications for different jobs. The odd white font read 'Death Note' across the top as the smaller writing described the need of an actor willing to play a minor role for the drama series. Picking it up and crumbling it I simply said, "I have a job now." Even though I knew I would need another job to help pay for books and such the idea of acting was not appealing at all.
Emile gave me a look that often showed during an argument warning of my eminent defeat. "You work part time at GameStop and deliver newspapers", she flatly stated, "If you ever want to save up for school those jobs are not going to cut it." There it was, her signature motherly nagging. This woman who often lounged around the apartment had always been like this ever since we meet, and it did not seem it was changing anytime soon. "I don't even want to argue", I mumbled rubbing the bridge of my nose, "Side it's not like I'll actually going to get the part." Smiling the short black haired woman simply added, "You never know." With that she disappeared into her room to do only god knows what.
That was almost two weeks ago as I now found myself sitting in a waiting room itching for a cigarette. 'Why did I give in to that damn woman' the question ran through my mind for what seemed like the thousandth time as I glanced at the cover of the trial script. The title acted like some sort of reminder of having to speak in front of a committee of people. A cigarette was sounding even better now at the thought of having to actually audition. 'Death Note' was actually pretty good even getting to go to a third season, but this did not mean the idea of appearing on it was appetizing at all. Setting down the thin packet the people around me seemed a bit more interesting than the audition.
A man next to me with dark shaggy hair and an obviously rented suit fidgeted with some sort of phone game. Seemed as if he was forced here by some parent from the look of the crumpled script and obvious lack of interest in the world outside of his phone. Shaking my head another guy across the room flipped through the script shifting his position once again as if to get a bit more comfortable in the tight clothing that was a bit young for him. So my only competition is a lazy bum who was around twenty five living with his parents and a man who was obsessed with the younger generation to the point of trying to look ten years younger (and failing at it if I might add). This was bad I thought reaching into my jacket pocket for my DS I might actually get the stupid part. Just as the realization was setting in another person pushed open the wooden door entering the small waiting room.
This guy had an arrogant air around him that about slapped me in the face when his blue eyes met mine. Squinting slightly he held the glance longer than necessary before curtly turning causing his blond bobbed cut hair to bounce slightly. Sitting in a seat farthest away from us he continued to glare as I couldn't help and stare at his odd leather jacket and matching pants. So a guy who rides quiet the high horse with some sort of strange wardrobe has joined the strange group of misfits. Shaking my head the small gaming system in my hand called to me offering some sort of escape, but before I could even get it open a man peaked out from the office door asking in a meek voice, "Jeavas?" This was going to be interesting.
"Well that was awkward", I mumbled to myself as the bitter air nipped at any exposed skin, shivering the words of the director rung through my head. After only being able to stumble through one line the aged man waved his hand saying 'they would be in touch.' I knew acting was not my calling, and now at least I could get Emile off of my case. That woman would be the death of me I swear. This was not the first time she had managed to try and get me to be more' Social' as she often would refer to my habit of playing games in my room to be that of a 'hermit'. Sighing I pulled the cigarette from between my lips flicking the ash off as the bus stop finally came into sight.
Standing there the cold temperatures served as a sigh that the weather would only grow worse with the winter season. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long for the bus as I smashed the cigarette into my shoe and pocketed the crumpled remains I boarded the warm bus dropping a hand full of change into the collection jar. One seat was open next to someone I couldn't quiet see was calling my name. Quickly sitting down rubbing my hands together breathing into them trying to defrost my eyes caught the sight of an odd pair of leather pants. 'You are kidding me right' I thought as my view moved upward finding the matching leather jacket. Annoyance once again filled the air as a very arrogant man graced my presence.