When do I smile?
Is that my mark on the floor?
The lights are too bright
I can’t see the expressions on the faces judging me.
My lines are jumbled
They don’t seem to fit the dialogue
Maybe my script was dropped?
There’s no numbers on the pages.
My voice is too soft
The director can’t hear me
Even the people in the front are complaining.
I’m failing at the audition for my life.