The audition had slowly filled up. A few people who already had been rejected were still sitting in the back, bitterly slandering the up-coming contestants. The whole hall was dimly lit and hot, some numb-sounding music droning quietly from a distant room. The whole thing seemed somewhat unprofessional, yet, the promoter throned in front of the stage like a king, ready to critique his next jester.<br/><br/>Slowly, a girl made her way up to the top. She was dressed in slightly dirty or used-looking clothes. An oversized shirt that almost slid down her shoulders every other step, tightfitting, plain black pants, worn out Vans. Her bright hair looked a little messy, but framed her face quite nicely, and most importantly, stood out like a white sheep in front of a black house. Her steps were weak and slow.<br/><br/>Finally, she grabbed the microphone. The girl cleared her throat and introduced herself with a rather quiet voice.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"H-hi... I'm Rachel... Rachel Zhernakovic. I, uh... I sing and write my own songs too..."</span>Her voice drifted off into silence more and more with each word.<br/><br/>The casting coach sighed and rolled with his eyes, deciding to speed this seemingly pointless endavour up. "Alright, Rachel... What are you gonna sing?"<br/><br/>The girl tugged at her shirt, her legs bend inwards a little.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa"> "I, uh... I wanted to sing a song by my favorite... It's, uhm... It's called Gods &amp; Monsters by Lana Del Rey, and... yeah... I'll just go ahead, okay?" </span><br/><br/>She did actually wait until the coach nodded, then proceeded to stand there, her shoulders hanging a bit. With a weak voice, she started the song, albeit it was a little shaky.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa"> "In the land of Gods and Monsters... I was an Angel. Living in the garden of evil. Screwed u-"</span><br/><br/>"Stop." The coach's voice sounded harsh. "Okay, look... We're looking for serious vocalists and this is just... I mean... This just isn't good enough, so unless you have more, I... -"<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"I could sing one of my own songs, I guess..."</span><br/><br/>Annoyed silence. "Fine, go ahead." Annoyed, the coach leaned back and waited for her to start again. This time however, Rachel took on a more upright posture as she closed her eyes. A long, soulful note escaped her lips, as she started to get into it more and more, ger voice growing stronger by the second. After finishing her voice part, she shyly stopped, wondering why she hadn't been told to end yet.<br/><br/>The coach smiled at her, nodding. "Alright, Rachel, yes? Please sit down to the right over there, I'd like to keep you around for now." He motioned towards the very end of the row he sat in. With a sceptical little smile, Rachel slouched off the stage and took a seat where she was directed at. Her arms wrapped around herself, she waited for the next contestants.