Disclaimer: I don't own victorious. All rights go to Nickelodeon.

Note: Hey! Sorry 'bout not updating sooner…But it's here now! Enjoy…

I took a deep breath, and then I let it out slowly. Okay. This is it.

"Hello?" I said, answering.

"Hello, is this Trina Vega?" A man's voice asked me.

"It is," I said. "How can I help you?"

"You auditioned for the movie today, right?" He asked me.

"Yup, that was me," I said.

"Well, we've got a part for you."

I did my best not to start screaming and cheering. That would so not be professional.

"Of course you do," I said, smugly .

"Uh…Yeah," said the guy. "So, as you probably know, we're re-doing the Disney movie Aladdin, and we're offering you…are you ready for this?"

"I am," I squeaked excitedly.

"You get to play…Jafar!" (in case you don't know, it's the bad guy in the movie ;))

"Yes!" I exclaimed. Then stopped. Wait, what?

"Um," I said. "What?"

"Haha," the guy laughed. "I'm just yanking your daisy. You're Jasmine."

"Not funny!" I exclaimed. But I wasn't too mad. I was Jasmine! The lead! In a real movie. This is fantastic!

"Who's my beast?" I asked.

"We're casting for that part this evening at your school, and then if we don't find anybody, we'll keep auditioning tomorrow all around Hollywood."

"That's great news!" I said. I needed to tell Tori, Cat, and mom and dad, and…oh yeah, EVERYBODY ELSE I KNEW!

"Okay, so shooting starts the day after tomorrow. We'll be doing a script read through. Can we expect you to be there?"

"Yes, of course," I said. "Goodbye."

"Have a great day, Jasmine," the guy said, before I hung up.

Wow. Was my life going to start being a lot different.

"TORI! TORI! TORI!" I called. I ran screaming all the way into her room.

She was sitting on her bed, drinking from a Groovy Smoothie cup, and reading a magazine.

"Hey," I said. "Guess who's playing the lead female character in a blockbuster movie?"

"Um…Justin Bieber?" She guessed.

"I said female character!" I said, impatiently.

"Yeah, I heard ya," she said. And then she cracked up.

Usually, I'd be only too happy to laugh at J. Biebs , but this was important!

"No!" I whined. "Guess again."

"Kay," she said. "Hmm….Selena Gomez? Ginger Fox? Bella Thorne? Ke$ha? That Gibby guy from icarly?"

"Not that I know of, gross, double gross, she doesn't act, and why would you even guess that?"

"I dunno," said Tori. "I just had a hunch. I mean, I'm pretty sure that Gibby's gonna be famous someday. He's just so-"

"Tori!" I cut her off. "It's me!"

"You?" She gasped. "In Aladdin?"

"Yeah," I shrieked. "Isn't that great?"

"You?" She said, disbelievingly. "Well, yeah, I guess that is great. But…"

"But what?" I asked. "You aren't happy for your big sister?"

"No," said Tori. "I am. It's just…Well, you haven't even gotten the lead in a school play before."

"So?" I asked. "This guy actually knew talent."

"Well, that's great, I guess," she said. "Good job, Trina. Have you told mom and dad yet?"

"Nope," I said. "I'm going to right now." I ran around the house until I found them, and then I gave them the great news.

Everybody I saw through the rest of the day and all the next day got to hear about me. I was surprised that nobody asked me for my autograph. I mean, hello, actress here!

On Sunday morning I got up, put on a purple tank top and a pair of jean shorts with flip flops, pulled my hair into a side ponytail, and walked out to my car.

I drove to where the guy had told me to go, and I got out of the car. I took a bunch of deep breaths so that I would be composed and then I went.

I was greeted by the same guy who had worn the ugly Hawaiian shirt, except this time he was wearing a different ugly shirt. God, these people should learn how to dress better than Sinjin. I mean, what does he do? Give them hideous clothing lessons? Really.

Or maybe they get ugly clothes lessons from professional ugly dressers. Because, yeah, they were movie producers.

"Hello, Trina Vega," he said. "Or as we will now be calling you, Jasmine."

"Hi," I said. "It's great to be here."

"We're glad you're here too," he said.

He led me over to a table where there were a few other people sitting.

"Can I get you anything?" He asked me. "Coffee? Tea? A pony?"

"Wow," I said, putting my feet on the table. "A girl could get used to this."

Everybody in the room threw their heads back and laughed as though I had just said something hilarious. This was where I was born to be. In a room of people admiring me.

"How about some coffee?" I asked.

"I'll get it!" Yelled a guy that was passing.

"No, I will," said a woman. Then they competed to get me a cup full of steamy, caffeinated goodness.

Once I had my coffee, everybody settled in the chairs. I noticed that there was still one empty one at the other head of the table.

"Are you ready to see your beast?" He asked me.

"Yes," I said. Inside I chanted, please be hot, please be hot, please be hot.

"Here he is," said the director. A door opened, and inside came the last guy I would have expected to see.

Beck Oliver was my love interest.

Note: Oh yeah! I bet you didn't see that one coming. Or maybe you did…whatever. It's all good. So, yeah, sorry if you guys like Justin Bieber…I find it funny to make fun of him a little bit…Teehee. So, I'd love a review, because I don't know if I should write more…

-StrawberryAngel