Hey everybody! Sadly, this story is coming to an end at chapter 25. I want to start and end with the same character's perspective and on a rounded number so It works out perfectly haha. If you're a fan of my writing style, you should check out my other stories: "Save Me From Myself" and "The Lives We Lead". Thanks! Please leave me a review! :D Sorry, another short chapter but ughh it has to end where it does lol

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"Ms Fields?" I heard from out in the hallway.

Here we go..

I walked into the audition room and stopped at the blue 'X' taped to the floor in front of the casting directors.

"Hi, I'm Emily Fields and I'm with Wilhelmina Talent."

"Hello Emily!" one of the women says to me. "What will you be doing today?"

"I'll be doing a monologue from an untitled play I wrote myself and I'll be playing the role of the girl."

"That's very vague.." One of the men said, flipping through the pages I'd given them previously.

"I wrote the play in high school but I never gave the character -or the play, for that matter- a title.." I said shakily.

"Well then, show us what you've got!" The other woman said.

"Right." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, getting into character.

I opened my eyes and began the scene, turning away from them all.

"I'm sorry."

"No, there's absolutely nothing to be sorry about." The casting director fed to me.

"I don't have anybody left to care about me. No one. My foster parents left me when I was twelve. I didn't have any siblings- foster siblings- or any family.. I was left alone."

"Look at you.. You're skin and bones.. How did you survive 4 years?"

"Got a job.. Earned a bit of cash.. But it wasn't right. So, I went to the foster agency and found out about myself. That's how I found you."

"Sweetheart.. I'm so sorry." The woman fed to me.

I turned back to face the casting directors as the scene called for.

"No, it's not! Don't you see? My foster parents didn't give a shit about me. They left me alone to die when I was twelve. Twelve!" I began to cry, really trying to play out the emotion of the scene. "I didn't have a single soul to be there for me! No friends, no siblings, no parents! Do you know how it feels to be abandoned by the people who are supposed to love you?! It hurts! It fucking hurts! And to find out my mother died 7 years ago! I was looking forward to having a proper mother. Someone who would love me unconditionally, and now I can't even have that."

I turned back to face a different wall like the script said and waited for the woman to feed me the next line.

"You have me."

I turned back to face them once more and smiled a weak smile.

"I know."

"I will always be here for you. Even when no one else is. I will be here. I won't pretend to know how you feel because I don't. But I'll be here."

"That's the thing." I turned to the wall again. "You don't know how I feel.. How could you? You're beautiful. Funny. Clever. And me, I'm just.. me. No one would ever leave a girl like you."

"I've been left. But never to the extremity you were… And I'm so sorry for that."

There was a pause, then I spoke my final line softly.

"Do we still have our dad?"

The casting directors all smiled as I thanked them for letting me audition. They feverishly took notes, then thanked me for coming in.

I left the room feeling almost as nervous as when I came in.

That was a call-back from the last audition I had. I was supposed to get a call that night from my agent, Charley, letting me know whether or not I'd gotten the part.

Did they like it? Was I good enough? Ahhhh!

When I got back to my dorm, everyone was waiting for me.

"So?" Cat asked excitedly.

"I don't know yet. I'm waiting to hear back from Charley."

Everyone in the room nodded acceptingly and we began to have a normal party.

About a half an hour in, my phone rang. I knew exactly who it was.

"Charley?" I asked.

I signaled to everyone that I needed to leave the room and stepped out into the hallway, Cat and Ali following close behind.

"Hey, hun. Got some news." Charley said.

"About the callback?"

"Of course!" she said.

"Well? What's the verdict?"