status : closed / ( @multihailstormm )
location : a theater on broadway, any of them really
☁️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ───────────── auditions were their own form of agonizing torture. artists were made to stand in front of a group of the most judgemental yet brilliant minds that expanded across generations. trinity had been subjecting themselves to the humiliation of it since she was eight years old, yet the harsh twisting in her stomach every time they had to walk up to the double doors of a theater, to wait in a cold hallway until their name was called never loosened. it wasn’t the actual audition part that wrecked their nerves. whenever trinity performed they went somewhere else, became so immersed in the character she was portraying that any remnants of herself were left at the door to be picked up on the way out. what often made them hesitate wasn’t their own perception of themselves, but everyone elses. each time walked into a waiting room and fellow eager performers sighed or rolled their eyes, scooting closer to their friends to speak in hushed tones about who their dad was and how nepotism must have played a part somehow ( if it wasn’t the part, it was the audition, if it wasn’t the audition it was a sneak peak at the upcoming show’s book ). it bothered them, of course it did. she worked just as hard ( they would argue even harder ) than most of then, but all of their accomplishments continued to be attributed to their father. their debut on the west end, a feat her father never managed to acquire during his career, could only distinguish them for so long. they needed their big break out moment and they needed it fast.
they’d been so engulfed in running the sides over in their head once again they only tore away from it when the snickering beside them became too loud to ignore. she figured it was directed at her, head snapping up to make a passive aggressive comment when they realized it was directed at the familiar face sitting across from them: jane. “ lorraine and sarah, isn’t it ? ” they popped up, voice sickeningly sweet as she leaned forward. “ you guys did…── beetlejuice in the previews, right ? ensemble, of course. ” the blow came with a soft laugh that could have been seen as well natured if you weren’t attuned to the hardships of broadway auditions. “ it’s crazy not seeing you guys in all the ghostly make-up. you two look human ! almost. must be the lighting. ” they went on as they rose from their own chair and moved to sit beside jane, effectively blocking her from the view of mean spirited actors. “ well, i hope you guys worked out those count and going flat kinks. i know that was something that got you cut from the six call so maybe that’s something you should be working on now, hm ? just to be safe, you could be called in any minute. ” she concluded, the smile on their face never leaving until the two turned away. “ don’t mind them, the only thing those two would ever succeed in is the lost art of industrial shows…── in fact, i’m pretty sure lorraine did do walmart the musical, talk about career suicide. ” they tsked flipping their side back to the front before looking back jane. “ they didn’t psyche you out did they ? because if you go in there and don’t give your all because of something ghouls number two and seven said i’m going to be so pissed. ”
It wasn’t a dance call, but Jane always felt a little more relaxed and calm when she was stretching. The holding area was full, but they were able to find an area to sit down and stretch out, sides just in front of her so she could practice. Thankfully, these sides weren’t for a porno masquerading as a musical. Although, Moulin Rouge wasn’t too far off considering everyone wore things and bustiers through the two act musical. The dancing and lights and music though made it one of their top musical wish-lists on Broadway right now, so when the open call came around, Jane made sure she was on the audition list. Auditions... Their least favorite part of musical theater. She hated the part where she went and stood in a room in front of the people that could make or break her career and there’s was two minutes, before she sang or dance or performed, where they were just judging them on their appearance. Their mangled, imperfect appearance. Jane had to work twice as hard just so they would look past her face.
Thankfully, the mean girls in the audition holding room were great practice for that. They wouldn’t notice Jane at first, but when the others started looking around and sizing people up their eyes would land on her and the whispers and giggles would begin. She stood out, for the wrong reasons, and everyone made sure she knew that. After the fourth or fifth audition, they learned to keep to themselves. To tune out everyone to the best of their ability. Everyone but Trinity. For some reason they looked right past her face and made it all about talent or practice. Trinity could knock her down three pegs, for sure, but it was never about how Jane looked. It was about who was best for the part and who deserved it more. It was that reason, Jane never listened to any of the rumors about nepotism. They knew how hard Trinity worked and they were not about to diminish that talent. There was a mutual respect and admiration there, even if they were each other’s competition.
That was everyone though, and Jane was happy to have them on their side. Even just a little. Evident by the way Trinity had stood up for Jane and put Lorraine and Sarah in their place. A small smile graced Jane’s face as the two girls turned away, leaving her alone finally. She didn’t thank Trinity - that wasn’t the type of relationship they had but she was appreciative of their actions regardless. Taking a deep, calming breath through her nose, Jane shook their head. “No, no. I’m used to it. I know they don’t matter. The only people that matter are in that room.” She remarked, pointing at the door to the stage. She leaned over to touch her toes and let out another deep breath. “I think you psyched them out though. You have a radar for everyone’s weaknesses, I swear. It’s amazing. Going out for Satine?”