* I like it at night, when everyone is asleep. When its actually morning, but people still call it the middle of the night. I like to just walk around the house. It's peaceful. It's kind of eerie, but I like the darkness. I probably sound really creepy. It's nice to be alone, but still know there's someone in the house with you. You feel safe, not like when you're actually home alone. You don't have to answer any "What are you doing?"s and you can just… walk around. You don't have to worry about someone staring at you or judging you because it's too late at night for anyone in my house… except me… to be awake. At least I did. Before I died.* So the chapters are really short, but I'll try to update as much as possible. School is about to start back, but I can always make time for writing! Please comment and tell me what you think! There'll be a better physical description in Chapter 3!


7. Practice

   I practiced every second I could leading up to the callback. In the shower, which I might add was a community shower for our ENTIRE hallway, at the grocery store, in classes, even as I was drifting off to sleep. My roommate, Ali, wasn't to thrilled about that last one.

   Ali was my best friend, besides Carter, but she danced. She couldn't sing to save her life, and she always got jealous when I did. At first, I thought she was legitamently mad with me, but then, as I got to know her, I realized that that was just her way of showing her love. And I love her to the moon and back.

   I just couldn't shake the nervous feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I had never gotten this far into the audition process. I mean, I had made a callback before, but I was never in the top two. I always got cut earlier on. This was the biggest chance of my career.

   I did some research on my competition as well. Avery Guinness. She'd been performing since she was born. She'd already been in Les Mis as Young Cosette when she was small. So that already gave her a leg up. I had only been doing theatre for a few years, and I'd never been on Broadway. Let alone in Les Mis.

   The day before the callback, I was walking down the hallway of my dorm, singing like I always did, when someone came up behind me and grabbed my elbow. I whipped around, ready to completely tell off whoever had touched me, and I realized it was him. Evan Walker... just touched me.

   "Hey," he said coolly. "Freya, right?"

   Oh my god, he remembered my name. "Uh, yeah," I replied, just about to burst from excitement. "What's up?" Really Freya? 'What's up?' Are you that stupid?

  "Nothing, it's just... You're a really good singer."

  "Oh.... Thanks," I must have been completely red. I could feel my entire face blushing.

  "Are you here for voice?" he inquired.

  "Uh, no," I replied. "Drama."

  "Well then," he actually looked kind of… impressed. "You're just a double threat, aren't you?"

  "Oh, I mean I'm not that good-"

  "Yeah, you are," he cut me off. "So Freya... I know we just met and all, but I was wondering if you'd want to go out sometime. We could go see a movie, or grab some lunch, or whatever." I might have been imagining, but he looked kinda nervous. "I mean," he continued. "If you don't want to, that's-"

  It was my turn to cut him off. "No, that sounds great," I said, maybe a little to eagerly. "I'd love to."

  He visibly relaxed. "Awesome. Uh... Can I get your number so we can set it up?"

  "Yeah, sure!"

  We exchanged numbers and said goodbye. I walked back to my room with a skip in my step. When I got in and closed my door, I will not lie... I fangirled. I'm sure I looked absolutely ridiculous because Ali was looking at me like a belonged in a mental asylum. I just couldn't believe that Evan Walker, the guy I had liked for ages, actually asked me out!

  "Ummm, Freya?" Ali pulled me out of my insanity. "Are you alright?"

  "I am better than alright!" I almost sang. "I feel like I could just jump out the window and fly!"

  "Woah," Ali wasn't really used to seeing me like this. " What the hell has gotten into you? You're acting really weird."

  "Well," I replied. "Maybe I'm acting weird because EVAN FREAKING WALKER JUST ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE!"

  Ali stared at me in disbelief. "HE DID NOT!" She exclaimed.

  "Oh, but he did," I said cheekily.

  "You are one lucky girl," she told me.

   And I knew that. I was the luckiest girl in the world, at least in my opinion. I had just been asked out by the hottest boy at this university, and that was just the icing on the cake. I had a final callback for my dream role tomorrow. My life was actually starting to work out for me and I was loving it. I had really thought that this would be my year.

  Too bad it wasn't.

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