Sweat poured down 17 year old Nicodemus Black's face as he pulled his bow over the strings of his violin. He had been practicing for almost 4 months and his audition was only 3 days away. A small smile tugged at his lips as he finished the piece for the 4th time. Some people called his obsessed but going to the NewPort Academy For Performing Arts has been his dream ever since he started playing the violin when he was three years old. He loved everything about the instrument, his father who had been in a rock and roll band in his youth had always tried to get him into a more practical instrument when he was a kid but Nicodemus had fallen in love with the violin the very fist time his mother had placed one into his hands all those years ago. Now 14 years later he was about to try out for the most completive school in the state. Figuring that was enough he set the instrument back into its case and left the practice room hopeing that his girlfriend was still around.

Grace adjusted her bandage for the nth time. Adrenaline rush, stress, anxiety and nervousness has all mixed in inside of her. She tried to release everything by shaking her body and practicing by the hallway that served as the waiting line for all those who dreamed and wanted to audition for the limited spots in he NewPort Academy For Performing Arts.

Her whole body was covered by the cold sweat that slowly built as the line pushed closer every twenty minutes. She barely had breakfast in fear that she'd throw up if she took any but right now she wished she had at least some bread to fill her. The glass of milk she barely finished was clearly not enough as she continued to burn every calorie in her body.

Dressed in a pair of black tights and white rugged ballet shoes, Grace tried to review the steps in her mind, the one that she had prepared for more than a year. The steps that Collin's had taught her before he died. The routine the two of them started before they knew the news about the Big C.

Another hopeful exited the door, her face was blank and showed no emotions as the rest of the people in the line tried to absorb what could have happened inside the sound proofed hall. All did that except for Grace, she knew that whatever happened to those who come out would be useless. Results are not released until a week after. No one else would know what lies ahead except for the board.

As if the stretching she has been doing since 7am is not enough, Grace continued to condition her body. Piqued her toes and lifted her body with one foot as the other curled into a C. Everyone else was busy doing there one thing but Grace was determined to make it. She did the sign of the cross, uttered a small prayer as her eyes were shut, thought of Collin and did another sign of the cross.

"Forren, Grace," A strong and loud voice was heard as she was called inside for her turn.
With a deep breath, she grabbed her bag and walked towards the woman in her late 40's.
"Follow me," The woman spoke and Grace did as she was told.

17 year old Ty Davies Took a deep breath as he looked over the monologue in his hand and watched as the person two people in front of him got called in for the audtion. Ty had been acting since he was in diapers. With his sandy brown hair and blue eyes he had the looks to be a huge star one day. Going to NewPort Academy of Performing Arts had been a dream if his since he was 5 years old and now he finally had the chance to prove himself worthy of spot in the school.

Then why was he so nervous? He couldn't figure it out. He kept thinking he would forget one of his lines from the two monologues he would be performing or maybe he would forget the emotion behind each line. This was frustrating. His parents had assured him time and time again that he would make it and if he didn't then he'd make a greet living as a doctor. Just like his father had. He cringed at that thought. He didn't want to be a doctor he want to be an actor and he would do anything to make his dream happen.

Before his thoughts could bring him too far down into the pit his name was called anchor was his turn. Here was the big moment.

The woman who had called Grace in for he audition was tall and her black hair was pulled into a tight bun. She appeared to be in her late 40's. She lead Grace into a small studio where there was a long table and at that table sat two men. The first one was holding a pipe, he had almost no hair but the hair that he did have was gray. His face was stern. The man next to him had curly back hair and dark rimed glasses that were resting on the bridge of his nose. The woman sat in between the two of them.
"Now I am Mad’ am Giry. I am the head of the ballet program at our school, this is Professor Kar," she nodded to the man with the curly hair "and headmaster Dunkin." then to the man holding the pipe. "Now I know that there is no need to remind you that we here at the Newport Academy of Performing Arts shoot for excellence. So tell me what will you be performing for us today?"

Grace gulped and took a deep breath but replied with much confidence as she can and spoke, "An excerpt from the great Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme." Then nodded towards the music director as he played the music.

Her face had instantly time warped into the story, as well has her limbs and body. She was a sight to look at and true to her name, she had lived up to being named Grace. All eyes on her, emotionless eyes of the board as she continued to dance her memorized piece until the cue for her to bow came. She was exhausted but she couldn't let them see a single sign that she was gasping for air. She looked calm and collected. Like she was supposed to.

On an ordinary performance, everyone was expected to clap but not here. Never here. All she did was gently and gracefully stood from her bow and walked out of the hall while being escorted by same woman who had let her in.

That was it, all she can do was wait. Nothing more and nothing less. She had adjusted her bag strap on her shoulder when she saw a guy fully absorbed on a piece of paper, looking like he was talking to someone but if one would look closely he was merely acting. He was that good that it made everything believable to her eyes. And before she knew it, a smile was plastered on her face. Only snapping out of the trance when the woman called him. So he's named Ty Davies. Somehow a part of her wanted to wish him luck as well as hoping that both of them would make it in.