She was completely absorbed in her joy of getting a part as a dancer in a music video that was most likely going to be a hit. First things first, Nadia would have to call her teacher at the opera to finally hear the old woman praise her for a change. Then she’d make a call to her parents hoping they would pick up. They seemed quite busy these days, never really having the time to see her… Then again Nadia herself had a packed schedule which had caused her to take a lot of distance between her and her parents. It was unfortunate, but she had to remind herself that she was a woman already, an independent one, and that she couldn’t possibly bother her parents with everything.<br/><br/>Still.<br/><br/>Nadia reached to put on her second shoe when she suddenly became aware of someone standing nearby her. Before she could turn, a man’s voice spoke to her. Quickly, she put on her shoe and straightened herself, shifting her eyes over to a man who was probably about her age and who looked too good to be just a casting assistant. She reminded him of the dark, handsome stranger that swept women off their feet with one wink, and, instantly, she felt a little nervous and intimidated. He did look a little familiar, though. Those eyes, she had definitely seen them somewhere and she had to stop for a moment before speaking, just to recall where she had seen him. Moving back in time inside her head, she recalled the moment she had started her first spin and had looked straight into the audience, into the eyes of one of the male actors. It had been very brief, but she could never forget eyes as capturing as his.<br/><br/>She laughed a little, finally snapping out of her thoughts. Oh wow, this handsome guy was really,<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>talking to her and complimenting her about her dancing. The day was really turning out too good to be true. “Yeah, I did.” Nadia admitted, unable to hold back her smile. “And thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”<br/><br/>“I think I saw you in the audience.” She continued, turning to face him completely and picking up her bag. “It’s a dancer thing; we pick one person in the audience for a moment and-“ Nadia stopped herself, realizing that she was really just rambling and he didn’t need to hear any weird dancer things. Come on now, girl, be cool! This could be someone she’d be filming in the future, possibly. I guess many years spent dancing had made her forget what it was like to make new friends without sounding weird.<br/><br/>“Did you apply for the love interest part?” Nadia asked, hoping not to make a fool out of herself. He didn’t look like a dancer and she would have seen him in the hallway. Besides, if he had been sitting in the audience in the first place, it meant he had been part of the other audition. She wondered what it was like for actors to apply for such roles. Was it possible for anyone to contain themselves when someone like Patricia Jolie was literally an inch away from them, better yet, touching them? Nadia felt curious.