David wrung his hands as he waited patiently in the auditorium. The casting assistant had told him and the other actors to sit quietly in the auditorium, while waiting for their turn. This was a big deal for David, having never really landed a big role before. Oh sure he’s had plenty of extra work under his belt, but your grandmother, a two year old kid, even your family doctor could be an extra. It’s not real work, it’s not the stuff where you use your skills, where you feel, emote, react. More importantly, extra work means nothing on your CV. It’s fluff. Sure he’d gotten a small spot on a commercial, and a few small one-line roles in movies, but nothing like this. This is a role that matters.<br/><br/>He was waiting patiently, auditioning to play the ‘love interest’ of the singer. He wasn’t exactly sure what it would entail, but from what he’d seen in music videos, you’d have to be very comfortable and open. More importantly, you have to have chemistry. The real talent is to pretend you have a connection with someone who you’ve never met before. However, the best way to have on screen chemistry is to have real chemistry.<br/><br/>David looked onto the panel of judges who had just let go of another set of dancers. He singled out who the main singer was as she waited on the side in the front row. Patricia Jolie, a blond hair bombshell known more for her curves than her talent. David studied her from afar, and he found her beautiful. It’s one of those qualities that help with on screen chemistry, as long as she found him attractive as well. However upon first glance he didn’t feel drawn to her, not like the pull he suddenly and unexpectedly felt towards a dancer who just arrived on stage.<br/><br/>His nerves suddenly went away as he watched this one dancer, a stunning girl with red hair tied into a bun, moving across the stage. Her uniquely freckled face shimmered with passion and emotion as she danced. Her moves were gracious, and out of the five on stage she was by far the best of them all. He couldn't help but watch, her movements, her hair, her spins, her body, her-<br/><br/>“David Lafleur?” the casting assistant said loudly enough for the actors to hear, but not the entire auditorium. David looked around, realizing he was in a gaze. Patricia Jolie had already left the auditorium, no doubt setting up for the one-on-one auditions with the ‘love interests’ in another room.<br/><br/>David raised his hand, and got up, suddenly nervous. “Here,” he responded, calming himself, breathing carefully.<span style="font-style: italic">It’s just another audition,</span>he repeated to himself.<br/><br/>He shimmied himself out of the seats, and followed the casting assistant into a nearby room. Already waiting were Patricia, the casting director, and whom he assumed was one of the producers, all behind a large table. A camera was set up pointing to the markings on the floor. He walked into the middle of the room, making sure his feet lined up with the marking tape.<br/><br/>Patricia smiled at him, and he smiled back. There was a connection there, even if small. This calmed him down a bit as he realized he might actually have a chance.<br/><br/>“Please slate the camera,” the casting director said bluntly.<br/><br/>“My name is David Lafleur,” he responded with a newfound confidence into the camera. “I’m auditioning for the role of the male lead, and my agent is Isabelle Lapointe from Lapointe and Shumer.”<br/><br/>The casting assistant nodded to Patricia, who then walked up next to David, smiling the whole way. She seemed warm towards him, even open and inviting. He noticed the signs as a good actor usually does. She was drawn to him it seemed, like how he had been drawn to that red-haired dancer. The audition was off to a very good start.