Auditions (part one)

Auditions were held in front of a cheap gold-framed knockoff of the Last Supper...

First round of auditions were held last on Tuesday night.

It was a dark and stormy night, and the trip to the audition space was shrouded in fog. On the way there, I was convinced that no one would show up for auditions, between the weather and the fact that it was Super Tuesday.

Auditions are being held in an old Methodist church. After enduring the winding fog-covered paths for what seemed like half an hour, I pulled into the dimly-lit parking lot, and thought to myself, once again, “We’re never going to have anyone show up.”

The parking lot, I was pleased to discover, was filled with vehicles. In fact, it was hard to find a spot. “This is encouraging,” I thought, especially since the auditions weren’t scheduled to start for another half an hour. Perhaps all the audition notices that I had blanketed the local media with had paid off, after all.

I opened the front door, and immediately, twenty pairs of eyes turned my way.

Then I realized that I was interrupting a Boy Scout meeting.

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