Chapter One- The Meeting, Connor's POV
When you meet someone you can tell you'll get along with, it's a different feeling for everyone, weather it's nerve-wracking or amazing, it all depends on your personality. It's even more amplified when you're a huge fan of theirs, and you later discover their soulmate.It happened to me, when I was trying to support myself when my writing wasn't working to support my small apartment. My social awkwardness was something I don't show in my writing, and I was nervous. My blonde hair was never tamed, and my pale skin was going to look paler in the stage lights, the only thing keeping my face not look blank. I was writing in a quite large binder, and as my name was called, I accidentally bumped into James Volterro- the italian Broadway actor everyone either had a crush on or was jealous of. My papers scattered onto the floor around us, giving me an excuse to look away from his panicked gaze and began picking them up. He began to help, reading a bit, and he recodnized the writing.
"I'm sorry about this and asking this, but are you the writer of 'Hopeless Storms'?" He asked, looking at me with storm grey eyes. Oh, dear God. He recodnized my writing style.
"So am I, don't worry. Want me to lead you to the audition rooms? I need to judge anyway, so it won't be an issue." He offered. I nodded, terrified of his dissapointment to refuse.
We began to walk, and made small-talk. I was nervous when auditioning for the part of a man who was the exact opposite of my personality, specially when the character was a seductive antagonist, but the judges said I did well.
Later I discovered I recieved the part. I was exited, got told the scheduel, and left.
Unfortunatley, I had left my binder and hadn't even realized it until the next morning.
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Nah jk ily
But is it good becides length??
I'm already working on the second chapter--
Haha, I'm probably gonna pull a Hamilton bc of this.
it's amazing