They arrived at Justine's apartment building and were in and out in record time. Justine changed into a more respectable outfit and very soon, they were on the way to their auditions.

"When's your audition, Tobes?" Justine asked, checking her phone for possible changes for the umpteenth time.

"No idea, JJ," Toby replied. "Check my phone will you?" He pulled it out of his pocket and tossed it to her. She caught it and began to unlock it, pausing to look at the picture on his lock screen- a photo of her, taken during one of their many late night gaming sessions. She was laughing, probably not even noticing he had taken the photo. Her stomach knotted slightly at the realisation that she was what he chose to see every time he looked at his phone. He looked over at her, wondering what was taking so long then turned scarlet when he saw her looking at the photo. He coughed loudly and brought her out of her trance.

"Oh! Right, the audition... Sorry, I just..." She checked the time as fast as possible then gave Toby back his phone, pretending to be searching for something in her handbag to save any further conversation on the topic. Toby sighed as he took his phone, stealing one last glance at the picture before he put in away. Could he have been any more obvious about his feelings for her? He wondered.

They made some light conversation for the rest of the journey, both trying to dispel the awkward that was lingering in the air.

The doors to the building they were auditioning in swung open noisily, a fact Toby didn't fail to mention to Justine, the receptionist and the entire waiting room. Justine laughed with him, glad to get the old, confident Toby back, having been a little worried about him earlier.

They walked through another, quieter set of doors and signed in at the desk, getting stickers to wear and a set of forms to fill out. Toby whizzed through his, handing it back to the secretary with a smug grin on his face. Justine completed hers almost as fast, but was called back to the desk as the doors to the audition corridor opened. The director walked out, a short, bandy legged man with a frog's mouth grin.

"Okay, guuuuuys!" He drawled, his voice carrying clearly throughout the small room. "We have three audition 'stations' set up, one in each room inside. You won't know who you're auditioning with, or indeed, what script-" He chortled mischievously. "- until you get inside," Turning on his heel, he waltzed back into the corridor and shut the double doors dramatically behind him.

Toby turned to make a face at Justine before realising she wasn't beside him. He saw her at the desk and heelied over to her.

"Everything okay, JJ?" He whispered in her ear, placing his hand on the small of her back, a gesture which didn't escape her notice.

"Some problem with my forms or something," She replied, tapping her nails on the desk in annoyance. The secretary looked up, irritated, and stared at Justine's fingers pointedly. Justine rolled her eyes at Toby and pulled her hand off the desk.

"What's the problem... um... Debra?" Justine squinted at the shiny name badge pinned to the woman's shirt. Debra looked up testily and sighed.

"YOU are my problem, sweetie," She faked a smile, every one of her yellowed teeth showing.

"Hey! That's awfully rude!" Toby said, his grip on Justine's waist tightening. "Look, we're not trying to cause any problems here; we just want to know how to fix the forms!"

Justine smiled at Toby gratefully as the secretary told them exactly what was wrong with the forms. They started to walk away but the woman called them back, a rather malicious grin spreading across her face.

"You do realise that due to this little... Mishap... You will both be seen last, along with the latecomers and the-" She coughed. "-Amateurs," They both started to complain but she held up a manicured hand. "Ah! Regardless of the time you've already been set!" She gave a satisfied chortle and returned to typing, clickety-clacking her nails against the keys.

Justine gazed around the room at the hundreds of auditionees, all practicing dialogue or doing vocal exercises and warm-ups. She did a few quick calculations in her head.

"Toby, if I'm working this out properly, which I'm pretty sure I am, we'll won't be seen for about 10 hours... and we're not allowed to leave the building until we're seen."

"What!" Toby said. "That can't be right..." He started to try and work it out but couldn't. "Argh, math! It makes my brain throb!" He exclaimed, acting out a dramatic death scene on one of the chairs. Justine joined in, and pretty soon they were both laughing and moaning and groaning across the seats. They finished to a round of applause from the other applicants and took a bow, Toby using his moment in the spotlight to thank his mum, dad and the City of Evil for their undying support in his career.

They passed a couple of hours that way, acting out skits and sketches, even filming a few lazy vlogs, but got bored eventually.

"How long now?" Toby asked, picking at a frayed patch on the chair. Justine sighed.

"Same as when you asked me ten seconds ago. Eight hours,"

Toby groaned.

"I'm SO BORED!" He said loudly, stamping his feet like a toddler.

"I know, sweetie, I know. You haven't stopped telling me for the past half hour!" She said, patting his arm. "Come on, let's find something to do!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair, dragging him along behind her. "There must be SOMETHING fun to do here..."

Toby shook his head.

"I doubt it, JJ. I think the conversation with the Debra woman is about as exciting as it gets in here,"

"Well, we need to find some food at least. I'm STARVING!" Her stomach grumbled just then, right on cue.

They searched the building for another twenty minutes before they found anything remotely interesting, the canteen, tucked away in an isolated corridor near some offices. A buffet was being set out for some posh executives from Europe, but the chef was kind enough to let them take some food, in exchange for their autographs and a photo. Toby and Justine backed out of the room, thanking him repeatedly, so grateful for his hospitality. They found an abandoned office to eat their food in, the smell of shrimps and potatoes filling the small room.

"Here, let's play a game," Justine suggested, backing up slightly from her position next to Toby.

"What?" He said, suspiciously. She picked up a piece of shrimp from her plate and began to aim it at his mouth. He understood and moved back, readying himself. "Prepare to see some

major ownage, Justine," He stated, opening his mouth wide. She threw it at him and he caught it perfectly, throwing his arms in the air in a victory celebration. He put on a deep voice and imitated a sports commentator.

"And it's a perfect shot from the lovely Miss Ezarik, but the true star of the show was, quite obviously, the shrimp, whose reward is a slow digestion by the oh-so-talented, and may I say, exceedingly handsome, Toby Turner!"

Justine laughed at him then jumped in her seat.

"Ooh, my turn! My turn!" She squealed, preparing herself.

"Okay," Toby said seriously, grabbing his ammunition. "Ready?"

She nodded and opened her mouth. He aimed then fired a piece of potato at her, which promptly fell apart as soon as it hit her face. She gasped, wiping soggy food from her chin.

"Toby!" She got up from her seat. "Oh, you're gonna get it!" She started towards him but he was too fast for her and was out of his seat and out of the door in the blink of an eye. She ran after him, catching up pretty quickly. He didn't realise she was there, however, so she grabbed him around the neck and jumped on his back. He caught her legs and spun her around, their laughter echoing along the corridor.