It was apparent first thing in the morning. Dancers usually came early so they could stretch and talk about their new miracle diets or how badly their teachers or coaches were punishing them for slacking off. Actors were a little different. Some came early and looked rather desperate about getting the job and some were far too arrogant, arriving fashionably late to audition for the music video. One thing, however, was the same: everyone wanted to be somehow part of a masterpiece that would be on every television screen in a couple of months, would earn thousands of views and replays online and that would the career of a couple chosen dancers, one actor and the singer herself skyrocket.<br/><br/>On place number 51 was Nadia. She was sitting in the hallway along with many other talented dancers and rubbed her calves while eying her competition. Like most other young women, she wore a black ballet leotard with long sleeves and light pink leggings. They were called inside in groups of six, out of which five were dropped out rather mercilessly. The casting director was very picky and detail-oriented and it stressed her immensely to see several good dancers walk out with tears of anger glistening in their eyes. Each time the music started inside the audition hall, everyone seemed to hold their breath, bite their nails or exchange looks of worry with their competition. Even Nadia was having a hard time keeping herself collected. However, she did console herself by telling herself that no one could be crueler than her ballet teacher at the opera.<br/><br/>“Next group, please!”<br/><br/>Her head snapped towards the door that was once again opened. They seemed to cut through each batch of dancers like butter. As another group walked in, Nadia knew she would be next and began attaching her red hair on a simple bun. Like in all castings she felt a little sick to her stomach, but knew that even if she wasn’t chosen she had still secured a spot at the opera. Most other girls in the room weren’t as lucky as her and this could be the one thing that would either make or break their future careers. Nadia rehearsed the choreography one more time in her head, reminding herself to pay attention to the softness of her movements and to be extremely careful in including the very tips of her fingers. Most importantly, she’d have to outshine everyone else if she really wanted this. And she did. Extra pay and experience was always welcome, considering the fact that rent was coming up and that she barely had any extra change for the electric meter outside her apartment.<br/><br/>“Next group!”<br/><br/>Biting her lower lip she stood up along with five other girls and walked inside the audition hall. The singer herself was there, as well as the managers, the directors and pretty much everyone who mattered in the business. Several actors were present as well. It was mind wracking and she could see a familiar distress on the faces of her fellow dancers.<br/><br/>Their names were checked hastily. Soon, sooner than she would have wanted, the music began.<br/><br/>Emotion, that was what they were looking for, as well as perfect execution of the choreography. Although Nadia had never really been in love, she had always enjoyed imagining what it would be like. She didn’t know what her ideal type was like, yet at times like these she always imagined she dancing to him, to a man without a face, name or personality. There was just the knowledge that she loved him and that maybe he was somewhere out there. As she danced, paying attention to detail and trying to perform and express her emotions all at the same time, Nadia tried not to look too much at the demanding jury in front of her. Instead, she looked past them, fixing her eyes on the artist herself or on one of the actors. Anyone who wouldn’t judge her and give her discouraging glares was fine.<br/><br/>The music ended as they all reached their final positions, holding still until the director would speak. This had to be the most terrifying moment. She allowed her eyes to look over to the jury that was whispering and seemed to be reaching an agreement rather quickly.