The walk backstage seemed to stretch for miles. Anna's heart pounded, almost in time with the music that was growing louder as she approached the area where the band were stationed. The redhead carried on walking, glancing at the band as she passed, though none of them spotted her. She was just another faceless person in the crowd.
For now.

Anna drew closer, able to see a door with the words 'dancers and crew only' painted on. For a moment, she stood there simply looking at the door. This black door could hold the key to making a living in Los Angeles, to being on the way to being noticed. Anna reached out to open the door, her arm lingering in the air as she hesitated.
'Come on, Anna, this is the start of your new life,' she took a deep breath, pushing the door open.

A wall of smoke mixed with the sweet, sickly scent of perfume greeted her, almost strong enough to give her a headache. From the thick scent in the air, Anna guessed that each dancer wore a different scent, but they contrasted grossly much like the dancers themselves. The dancers that pushed past her were blonde or brunette; tall and short and medium height; but they were all beautiful, radiating confidence in a way in which made the small-town girl long for the spotlight.

"Hey, you!" One of the girls called, a dark haired dancer who had more confidence than the rest of the girls out together. The level of confidence was almost intimidating and Anna approached warily.
"Hey- hey me?" She asked cautiously.
"Yes, you. Where's my drink, already?" The dancer demanded, rolling her heavily made-up eyes.
"I- uh…" Anna stammered, completely shocked by the girl's harsh tone.
"She doesn't work here, Miah," another girl chimed in, allowing Anna to slip away.

The backstage area was hectic; full of dancers rushing to be ready, lighting technicians and the sound manager all scrambling to get their jobs done. It was a scene that may have chased away any other girl from her town, girls who weren't used to the busy lives of the city - but to Anna, it was everything that she could ever hope for. Her eyes darted around the area like a small child discovering the wonders of DisneyWorld, realising that magic still dwells in the world. Anna was suddenly conscious of her childish braids, quickly letting her hair down. She wanted to make an impression, but she needed to look like a woman when she did so. Her hair now fell in small, orange waves cascading down her back. Anna ran a delicate hand through her hair, tousling the waves and smiling to herself, 'much better.'

A much friendlier dancer pointed her in the direction of Elena's office, a small room that appeared to be more of a cupboard from the outside. The redhead knocked on the door nervously, hoping that she could shake off these nerves enough to convince the woman that she could do this - that she could dance up there with all of these other beautiful girls. Burlesque wasn't a career she'd ever considered, but now she longed for that spotlight, the adoring audience, to be beautiful.

The woman who answered the door was older than Anna first expected, though the girl hid her surprise well, hoping to make a good first impression.
"Excuse me, are you Elena?" Anna asked, her voice only shaking slightly. The slight shake was the only tell Elena needed though, and Anna suspected that she wasn't going to get this job. She was inwardly cursing herself as the woman answered.
"I am she," she nodded, not saying anything more or inviting Anna into her office. Looking over her again, it was clear that Elena was an ex-burlesque dancer. The woman standing in front of her had long, dark curls that fell loose over her shoulders; false eyelashes accompanied by dark eyeshadow that looked almost sexy on those other girls, but only highlighted the woman's desperate ache to be a dancer again; and red lipstick so bright Anna wasn't sure it was possible to make that shade.
The woman sighed loudly, letting Anna know that she didn't have time for this encounter. "What is it that you wanted?"
"I - I want to dance," she said the last half do sentence with some authority, straightening her shoulders despite stuttering towards the beginning of her sentence.
"What experience do you have?" Elena asked, her tone almost bored. It seemed that she had this conversation much too often.
"Well, no dance experience specifically," she chewed on her lip, quickly starting to explain before Elena shut the door in her face. "But I have a good amount of experience singing, and I can dance, if you'd just let me show you…"
"They don't come to here us sing," Elena countered sharply. "And we are not currently auditioning. Better luck next time, kid."

And with that, the door was shut in the redhead's face.

The rudeness displayed by this woman angered Anna, as she stormed back out to where she had met Kristoff. She snatched and empty tray off the bar and began clearing tables, if anything was going to happen, she was getting a job tonight. Once her tray was full, she carried it back to the bar, hoping her slight clumsiness wouldn't take over.
"The guy at table nine wants his usual," she told the blonde bartender.
He looked at her questioningly. "What are you doing, exactly?"
"A better job than the girl with the pink hair over there," she nodded towards the girl they had discussed earlier on. "Look, I really need this job. If I'm not twice as good as that waitress, you can just send me away, but I know I can do this."
After a pause, the blonde went to fetch the drink. "Show me what you're made of, red."