My first musical audition-Part Three

Entering the auditorium was pretty easy. I kept my compsure. I walked straight down that aisle way, stopping to hand my chorus teacher my information slip before going to the stairs that leads to the door in the wings.

It was locked.

Tried the other one.

By now, I was freaking out.

"Oh yeah," Mr. Hansen said, "Both doors are locked. Looks like you're going to have to hop on up there."

Is he crazy? I thought, I'm wearing a skirt. a damn skirt!

But I had no choice.

I had to climb that stage.

My first attempt was to push myself up with my arms.

Unfortunately, I lack adequate arm strength, and ended up dangling limply for a good ten seconds.

It was then that I decided to lift my leg. Just a bit, for support. If I could get one leg up there, I was good!

This resulted in me straddling the stage. Sideways.

I felt a breeze on my posterior. I was shamelessly exposing my bloomers to my teacher and the creepy theatre-teacher man.

It is a sad day in life when you end up exposing your frilly arse to two men who are over twice your age.

Finally, I flopped up. Like a fish.

Guilt snared at my heartstrings. I looked like i had just been molested. I felt like I had just been molested.

But I gathered up all my courage and dragged myself to the center of the stage.

I then got blinded by the spotlight.

Final result: I showed my bloomers off for nothing.

Unfortunately, my shakiness when singing and my mispronounciation of the word 'nosegays'(which I read out loud from a silly script) did not land me in the musical.

On the bright side, I didn't faint.

THE END.