Audition
After Kurt had told his assistant Quinn Fabray about his miserable situation, she set up another casting for the following day and Kurt had also asked her to inform acting schools about the audition, to update the musical's homepage as well as Kurt Hummel's own one and even send requests to actors from other theatre plays.
They had been phoning for hours that night, Kurt went to bed at 3 am and fell asleep immediately.
Peep. Peeeep. Peeeeeeeeeeee-
The alarm on Kurt's night table rouse him rudely from his slumber. He felt for the off-button, but found it only after a few tries and fell back in bed again, still completely tired from last night.
The weak rays of this November day's dawn had already found their way into the musical producer's bedroom and lightened it up nicely.
It took some time until Kurt opened his eyes and finally got up.
It was 07.08 by then.
How long did he sleep? About four hours. Well, that had to be enough for today.
As every morning he went into the bathroom and took a shower.
He enjoyed the warm water, that covered him like a comfortable blanket and made him feel a little like in bed again.
After twenty minutes he grabbed for one of the towels, that were folded accurately and stacked in the cupboard, wrapped it around his body and looked into the mirror, before beginning with doing his hair. Blow-drying, some gel & spray.
After ten minutes even that was done and he smiled proudly.
Man, he looked quite good for the little sleep he got.
Punctual at 07.45 he left his apartment, as always looking like coming right from Paris' catwalks.
He wore grey, tight jeans and a white shirt with a silver print of the Versace logo, black _ and a bag from Marc Jacobs with the same colour.
He was on the way to get to his favourite café, called "The New York Beans", where he arranged to meet Quinn, while he silently cursed about the unusual cold air and his stupidity, to forget a jacket in this hurry.
It was November, of course he didn't expect summery weather, but these temperatures seemed to be extra cold.
Finally he had reached the café, Quinn was already waiting for her boss, sitting at their regular seat.
»Good morning, Kurt!«, she greeted him with a cheerful smile, as she always did, and gave him a short hug.
»Morning, Quinn.«, Kurt took a free seat.
»So«, she started off, »so far everything's going well. I have called all acting schools in the city, most of them assured me to pass on the date. Some people even answered the advert that I put on the homepages. But I couldn't convince other producers to send us a few actors for the casting..« She drank from her hot sighed and shrugged his shoulders. »Well, that's something. Thank you for your effort.« He nodded appreciatively.
»No problem, I mean, it's my job after all.« She smiled and continued.»As agreed, auditions start in about two hours, in the Gershwin Theatre.«
»Fine.«, answered Kurt and picked up the menu card. »Are you hungry? The breakfast is on me.«
After they had eaten breakfast in the New York Beans, they went straight to the Gershwin Theatre, where Kurt's Musical will also be performed in a few weeks.
They entered the huge building. In front of its stage were more than 1900 seats, what makes it to the Broadway's largest theatre.
Quinn went quickly ahead, sat down on one of the countless chairs in the second row and placed the list with the names of the contenders for the role on her thighs.
Kurt took seat next to her, crossed his legs and looked briefly at the list.
»Adam Miller!«, he called the first applicant.
A tall, slim man entered the stage. He must be around 30 years old, maybe older, at least that was what he looked like.
Kurt raised an eyebrow skeptically, then waved his hand disparagingly. »You can go straight back.«
The next one looked better, but he sang miserable.
The third one couldn't even cope with two people watching him, and started to stutter.
Three depressing hours have gone by, when Kurt desperately covered his face with his hands and Quinn crossed out another actor's name.
»How many are still left?«, asked Kurt and drank the last bit of his already cold coffee.
»That … was the last one.« Quinn put the folder aside and looked at her boss. »I guess you have to take one of them.«
»Are you insane? If one of those people plays the leading role of my musical, I already know what the critics will write – "Kurt Hummel. No new Andrew Lloyed Webber, but a living Max Bialystock!"
The young man got up angrily, grabbed his bag and stormed out of the theatre.
»Well, who knows, maybe inside of one of them there's a true star hiding? You have no other choice. Or do you think one of your supporting actors has the qualifications for that role?« Quinn followed him. »I don't think so. It already took Sam a while to comply with your standards.«
As much as Kurt hated it, he had to agree with her. He had this exact picture of a young, talented man in front of him, that everybody would like from the first second on. But it seemed like it was quite hard to find such a man in real life. Sam was quite close to it, though. He had good acting skills, great looks and was an amazing musician.
Apparently Sam was the closest he could get to his imaginary picture of that character.
He stopped and sighed quietly.
»I let you know until tomorrow whom I chose.«, he replied with a disappointed view and sounded like a little child, that had just lost his imaginary friend.
Well, he had to say goodbye to his imaginary picture-perfect man, too.
»Alright. I have to go now. Call me, okay?«, with those words the blonde woman got in one of the taxis, that stood at the roadside and drove off.
