within the center spoke next, the sound of his voice chasing away the silence as he yelled "Next."
So Maddie walked out slowly upon bare feet. Her choice of attire being the same as she always wore when practicing in her studio. Black leggings that hugged along her petite form, with a tightened top that meshed with the bottoms and gave her a seamless silhouette. Nervous, but formal she moved as she walked to the center of the stage before the three judges. Two women, and a man in the center. All wearing glasses, their faces half hidden by clipboards as the older woman to the central male's left spoke up. "Name please."
"M-Maddie Johnson. Ma'am. Madeline Johnson." she corrected herself, choosing the formal version of her name over the informal, intending to make an impression first before she chose to dance.
"Ms. Johnson. You may proceed. You have two minutes." She said again, uncaring to the plight of Maddie as she nodded her head, and awaited the music to start. Slowly at first, she found herself within the rhythm shortly after. Her world slowly crumbling away as her senses focused like a knife upon the task at hand. Her body going slightly numb as she let her body remember the dance moves before her mind registered them. Not closing her eyes, but focusing instead as she lifted one foot after the other. Her lithe form seemingly weightless within the air as she moved in time to the steps she had learned, and the routines that were formalized in her training since early in her life. One, two, three, one two three, one foot above the other. Arms outstretched to slow her spin, the air rushing through her hair as the smell of her shampoo mingled with her sweat. Her features blurring with her body before her two minutes were up, and she heard the words to stop entering the world she created, bringing her back to reality.
She stood there, posed in the last movement of her dance routine. Her breath shaking her form, expanding and contracting well her diaphram. Drenched in sweat, pooling down upon the floor beneath her as she slowly came back to the world at large. Her focus moving towards the judges as they deliberated. Sitting in front of her, leaning in on one another as they talked among each other. The sound of their voices silent, not echoing in the least. Maddie could not help but wonder if she had either done anything wrong, or what their choice would be. They looked neither excited, nor angry, and her heart sunk within her chest. Sure that she had blown her chance to win this. Her mind racing with the possibilities. Was she good enough? Was this the only opportunity that she'll ever have? Could she truly take rejection after this? Waiting for what felt like an eternity before the Man in the center slowly rose up from his seat to speak. The first time in the audition he had done so.
"We believe you exemplify what we're looking for Ms. Johnson. You're hired."
Maddie gasped, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked, dumbfounded, towards him for a moment. Her mouth moving, but the words not coming to her as she fumbled her words within her mouth. Her brain shutting down, restarting, and shutting down once more. "I- I made it? I- I don't know what to say. Oh my god. Oh my god thank you. I won't let you down. I swear. I won't." she continued on. Nearly jumping upon her bare feet in a bounce, her excitement building up within her faster, and faster. Welling to the point of nearly exploding, wanting to leap off of the stage to hug them all. "Oh my god. I got to go home. I got to prepare to leave." She gasped, looking up towards them all as she asked. "When do I leave? Where do I go?"
"Tonight. We can purchase you a ticket and get you to Chicago tonight."
"T-tonight?" She asked, the answer striking her nearly dumbfounded.
"Yes. Tonight." The man simply replied. Nodding his head.
"I don't know if I can leave tonight.. It all seems so sudden." Maddie replied, her jaw simply
So Maddie walked out slowly upon bare feet. Her choice of attire being the same as she always wore when practicing in her studio. Black leggings that hugged along her petite form, with a tightened top that meshed with the bottoms and gave her a seamless silhouette. Nervous, but formal she moved as she walked to the center of the stage before the three judges. Two women, and a man in the center. All wearing glasses, their faces half hidden by clipboards as the older woman to the central male's left spoke up. "Name please."
"M-Maddie Johnson. Ma'am. Madeline Johnson." she corrected herself, choosing the formal version of her name over the informal, intending to make an impression first before she chose to dance.
"Ms. Johnson. You may proceed. You have two minutes." She said again, uncaring to the plight of Maddie as she nodded her head, and awaited the music to start. Slowly at first, she found herself within the rhythm shortly after. Her world slowly crumbling away as her senses focused like a knife upon the task at hand. Her body going slightly numb as she let her body remember the dance moves before her mind registered them. Not closing her eyes, but focusing instead as she lifted one foot after the other. Her lithe form seemingly weightless within the air as she moved in time to the steps she had learned, and the routines that were formalized in her training since early in her life. One, two, three, one two three, one foot above the other. Arms outstretched to slow her spin, the air rushing through her hair as the smell of her shampoo mingled with her sweat. Her features blurring with her body before her two minutes were up, and she heard the words to stop entering the world she created, bringing her back to reality.
She stood there, posed in the last movement of her dance routine. Her breath shaking her form, expanding and contracting well her diaphram. Drenched in sweat, pooling down upon the floor beneath her as she slowly came back to the world at large. Her focus moving towards the judges as they deliberated. Sitting in front of her, leaning in on one another as they talked among each other. The sound of their voices silent, not echoing in the least. Maddie could not help but wonder if she had either done anything wrong, or what their choice would be. They looked neither excited, nor angry, and her heart sunk within her chest. Sure that she had blown her chance to win this. Her mind racing with the possibilities. Was she good enough? Was this the only opportunity that she'll ever have? Could she truly take rejection after this? Waiting for what felt like an eternity before the Man in the center slowly rose up from his seat to speak. The first time in the audition he had done so.
"We believe you exemplify what we're looking for Ms. Johnson. You're hired."
Maddie gasped, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked, dumbfounded, towards him for a moment. Her mouth moving, but the words not coming to her as she fumbled her words within her mouth. Her brain shutting down, restarting, and shutting down once more. "I- I made it? I- I don't know what to say. Oh my god. Oh my god thank you. I won't let you down. I swear. I won't." she continued on. Nearly jumping upon her bare feet in a bounce, her excitement building up within her faster, and faster. Welling to the point of nearly exploding, wanting to leap off of the stage to hug them all. "Oh my god. I got to go home. I got to prepare to leave." She gasped, looking up towards them all as she asked. "When do I leave? Where do I go?"
"Tonight. We can purchase you a ticket and get you to Chicago tonight."
"T-tonight?" She asked, the answer striking her nearly dumbfounded.
"Yes. Tonight." The man simply replied. Nodding his head.
"I don't know if I can leave tonight.. It all seems so sudden." Maddie replied, her jaw simply
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