" Okay, Beth! You're up!"
I wobble to the stage.
Everyone is staring at me. Blergh. My no-nonsense drama teacher looks at me sternly.
" Omg is she crying?" Someone whispers.
" Omg she's crying!"
" For the love of God, I'M NOT CRYING!" *sniffs*
" Okay! Read this script, for Charalotte."
Someone shoves a paper into my sweaty hand. I'm reading with two other girls who are also auditioning. I get the smallest part.
Too soon, it's my turn.
"... Beth, you have the script."
" Oh um... *coughs* is that you, Timoth-"
" Alright, moving on!"
Wait... that's it?
Well, I have a feeling that I'm not going to get Charlotte...