27th of March..
I can't help but start recalling what had happened on 27th of March.
If you're thinking about what happened in this day, then yes, it was my very critical audition.
Everything started out chaotically. I didn't seem to realize that i was slightly, just about like 3 minutes, behind the schedule than others were.
Mr.N, wow he was too amazing to not even take a peek at me. I couldn't figure it out why at the moment since I had a bleeding finger which caused by the sharp edges of my portfolio cases.
Panic, worries, doubts were all written on my face.
And that Mr.N just gave me another shot of uncertainty....something that would make you feel like, "What are you doing here, pal?"
After a long explanation from him (not for me, but another audition guy who is as old as i am), we eventually decided to walk all the way up to the studio by ourselves.
Zac, I was fortunately enough to remember his name, held a door for me. Then, we exchanged a smile.
I totally suspect his nervousness; also, he's merely as shy as i am (not literally, but at least at that point we were).
So we walked up the hill and entered the studio. The director was already there with a bunch of VAs and the interviewees.
As we entered, I saw the room in turmoil. Interviewees were fighting for easels, parents were walking around trying to help their kids out, and some people just wandered around the room and sought for collegues or companies.
I quickly scanned through the room. Hmm....one asian looking girl but not entirely asian.
And that's it. Every other ones, as I expected, come from either North or South Carolina.
They are just totally benefited from the school. and I, as an international, seems totally out of state.
The asian looking girl, with a natural curl black hair and big glimmering eyes, looked extroadinarily innocent in a white pleated dress. Her name was Elizabeth.
Her portfolio spot was 5 feet away from mine. Due to the person next to my spot was always absence, she and I looked more like standing next to each other.
If you're thinking about what happened in this day, then yes, it was my very critical audition.
Everything started out chaotically. I didn't seem to realize that i was slightly, just about like 3 minutes, behind the schedule than others were.
Mr.N, wow he was too amazing to not even take a peek at me. I couldn't figure it out why at the moment since I had a bleeding finger which caused by the sharp edges of my portfolio cases.
Panic, worries, doubts were all written on my face.
And that Mr.N just gave me another shot of uncertainty....something that would make you feel like, "What are you doing here, pal?"
After a long explanation from him (not for me, but another audition guy who is as old as i am), we eventually decided to walk all the way up to the studio by ourselves.
Zac, I was fortunately enough to remember his name, held a door for me. Then, we exchanged a smile.
I totally suspect his nervousness; also, he's merely as shy as i am (not literally, but at least at that point we were).
So we walked up the hill and entered the studio. The director was already there with a bunch of VAs and the interviewees.
As we entered, I saw the room in turmoil. Interviewees were fighting for easels, parents were walking around trying to help their kids out, and some people just wandered around the room and sought for collegues or companies.
I quickly scanned through the room. Hmm....one asian looking girl but not entirely asian.
And that's it. Every other ones, as I expected, come from either North or South Carolina.
They are just totally benefited from the school. and I, as an international, seems totally out of state.
The asian looking girl, with a natural curl black hair and big glimmering eyes, looked extroadinarily innocent in a white pleated dress. Her name was Elizabeth.
Her portfolio spot was 5 feet away from mine. Due to the person next to my spot was always absence, she and I looked more like standing next to each other.
*To be continued..*
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