Heartless

I sighed, staring at the blurring words on the script for the new movie, "Heartless". Five more minutes and I'd be in the audition room, speaking my lines with as much passion as I could muster while the director quietly shook his head. Ten more minutes and I'd be rejected and asked to leave. Twenty more minutes and I'd be sitting in the car, my strict mother asking me why I want to continue acting if I will never actually get the part.
I read the lines over and over, memorizing them as fast as I could. The quicker I got this over with, the less the rejection would hurt.
"Alice!" Called a crisp, high voice. I looked up and saw a short, thin lady with a black bob looking at a clipboard over her glasses. She must be the assistant, I thought.
I stood up and walked towards her. "Come with me," she said, without looking up. She walked swiftly through the hall, so quickly I had to jog to keep up. Her hair bounced so much it caused me to giggle.
"Is something funny?" she asked, still focused on her clipboard.
"No, not at all," I said.
We arrived in a room with a blue, shaggy carpet, a white screen and a stool. A camera faced the screen and a couple of people sat in stools, talking over a box of donuts.
They faced me. "Hello, what's your name?" said a man with light blonde hair and a five o' clock shadow, motioning me towards the front of the camera. He was the director.
"Alice Lichter."
"And how old are you, Alice?"
"Fifteen."
"Are you prepared?"
"Yes," I said, smiling into the camera. Always smile, I reminded myself.
"Okay, start when you're ready."
I took a deep breath. You must become Mimi. You are Mimi. I exhaled, and scanned my brain for the first line.
"Ryan. Listen to me," I said, mustering the most hurt and pain I could, "Lola is lying. She doesn't love you. She's using you!"
"Stop arguing, Mimi!" said the director, seeming bored with saying the lines over and over. "I love Lola. Don't try to split us up just because you're jealous."
"I'm NOT jealous!" I yelled, looking right into the camera. "I'm trying to protect you!" Tears welled in my eyes.
The director was silent for a moment. "And why, Mimi... why would you want to do that?"
"/Because I love you!/" I wiped a tear from my cheek, breathing heavily. I toned it down. "I love you, Ryan. I love you. And I don't want your heart to be broken."
I looked at the director. He looked at me. He turned away and talked silently with the other two people.
I sighed and looked down, waiting for the usual "Thank you Alice, you can leave now" and for the assistant to escort me out of the room.
The director turned around and grabbed a mug. "Congratulations, Alice," he paused, taking a sip from his cup. "You were very wonderful. I would like to see you again. You will be contacted by eight o' clock p.m tomorrow for the information of where and when to meet."
He looked to my right, furrowing his brow. I looked and saw the pesky assistant shaking her head vigorously at the director, obviously telling him not to have me come back. She looked at me and quickly looked down, writing something on her clipboard.
I turned back to the director. "Thank you," I said, walking out the door with my head held high. The assistant, walked past me, glancing back at me and picking up her pace.
Now, to tell my mother.