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Rock 'n' Roll!

(I don't own anything!)

I stepped into the small lobby, checked my reflection in the mirror I moaned angrily to myself. First impressions, great, they'll love me. My face was red and splotchy, my hair was flattened down to my forehead and my clothes stuck to me like glue. I tried to shake myself dry but immediately stopped when I realised dozens of puzzled faces stared at me through the glass doors. Of all the doors they could have had, they had to have glass ones. Embarrassed I walked up to the doors which automatically opened and I wandered into the waiting room. It was full of kids the same age as me, some a couple of years older, around Lizzie's age, sixteen at the oldest. An old, bored looking, woman sat behind a desk called me over. In a monotone voice she droned,

"Sign your name here and contact number there."

I did so and handed back her pen with a smile, I got none in return.

"Thank you, you're number 27. Go when your number's called."

Giving up on being polite I snatched the piece of paper, my eyes scanned over it, 27, 27, where did I recognise it? Why did the number 27 feel so important to me? Frowning to myself, I told myself I was being stupid and sat down on the only available chair. I checked out my neighbours, some older boys who looked at me dirtily and a pretty girl about my age. She smiled and giggled in that stupid girly way, I made a weird glance at her and she stopped. I sighed angrily, she never had a chance with me, and there was only one girl for me. It was a shame she didn't like me. My phone vibrated in my shirt chest pocket making my heart jump in shock. Not wanting to draw more attention to myself I ignore it. It buzzed once then stopped a few seconds it did it again. After about five times it stopped and I felt odd, I gasped for breath and the girl nest to me grabbed my arm, asking if I was okay. I nodded and she went on to say something about being so nervous. But I wasn't nervous, something was up and I couldn't figure out what. Confused I checked my phone and there was nothing there, no missed calls and no text messages, in fact my phone was off. By now I was starting to creep out and someone called my number.

I got up and the girl shook my hand good luck, as I walked away I found her number scrupled up in my hand. I looked back and she winked at me, she stroked her leg and mouthed 'call me'. Almost running to the room I was being called for I shoved the number in my pocket. The room I walked into was quite small and three men sat behind a desk. The one on the end was handed a piece of paper.

"Okay so… Matt." He read, "Let's get going, what's your monologue title?"

"Um.." I stammered, my mind fell blank, coming to my senses I finished "Life: By Matt McGuire" The men exchanged puzzled glances and the man in the middle started to talk.

"Well we'll ask you to recite that to us, and then you will be required to act out a scene of our choice. Then we will make our decision and let you know if you are good enough to gain a place in The Drama Society, New York."

I nodded nervously and began.

"In a car you don't have much chance to look at what is really there." I never got to finish that monologue.

A loud bag filled the small room and everyone's heads turned to the door. Lizzie stood there, as wet as I was but her face was covered with a different water, she had been crying. I wanted to run over and comfort her but I couldn't move my feet. I panicked, it had to be something important, otherwise she wouldn't barge in at a time like this. I usually would be annoyed but this time I knew something was wrong, it was as if everything I had thought about that day was adding up in my head.

"There's been an accident." She sobbed.

And without meaning to I replied,

"I know."