Function Hall Three was on the second floor of the Lion Square Hotel. Lola had been there once long ago, but the audition’s signage and banners helped her find her way.
"I should’ve worn different contact lenses. This one blocks my view a bit."
Ignoring the people just idling around, Lola stretched her neck to catch sight of the A4 sign plastered on the two doors of Function Hall Three. The people around glanced at the walking darkness, their faces contorting at the strange getup and horrifying makeup.
"Is she going to audition?" one wondered. "There’s no way, right?"
"She’s probably staff or something."
"Or maybe lost."
With that kind of look, none of the people idling outside the function hall felt like approaching Lola. She posed no threat, and if she was truly lost, she would soon be shown the way out. After all, most of the people here were either managers or assistants.
The actors and actresses auditioning for this project were gathered in another function hall, waiting to be called. Hence, here they were, waiting patiently, hoping they’d hear good news.
"Hello...?" Lola quietly knocked on the door, pushed it open, and peeked her spiky head inside Function Hall Three.
Her thin pencil brows knitted as she saw very few people inside. She knew she was early, but she was expecting everyone to be there. After all, certain preparations were made before the live audition. So, the panel should be there, but somehow, they weren’t.
"That’s weird..." she trailed off, finally sensing a person’s gaze on her.
Lola looked up and met the eyes of the bouncer guarding the door inside. Slowly, the corners of her mouth stretched into a grin, and as expected, the bouncer grabbed the back collar of her oversized black polo and dragged her outside the door.
"Wait—"
"Miss, if you’re auditioning, go to Hall Two," the bouncer said, releasing the back of her collar and dusting his hands off like he had touched something dirty.
He eyed Lola from head to toe, frowning because there was no way this woman would audition for the series. She wasn’t wearing any access ID to show she was staff, either.
"But if you’re just lost, go back to the ground floor and ask reception for directions," he added, assuming this horrific clown had just lost her way. "This is not the place for you."
Lola forced a smile as she pointed at the function hall. "No, actually, I’m here for Director Sarian. Where is he?" Her question made the bouncer frown even more. Her face twitched, sensing what would come next.
"Miss, many people are looking for Director Sarian. You’re not the first," the bouncer explained, hinting that he was aware of people "like her." "That’s why I’m here. If you’re going to beg him for a role, save it. That’s not happening."
After all, his task was to make sure no one bothered the panel before, during, or after the audition. This project was big, and with its current budget, everyone just wanted in. So, people who wanted to talk their way in were countless.
"Please leave," he said. "While I’m asking nicely."
"But—"
"Leave."
Lola opened and closed her mouth before puffing her right cheek. "Fine," she clicked her tongue and turned around, her head hung low, her shoulders lowered. But just as she took a step, she looked back and opened her mouth to clarify the misunderstanding.
However, she hadn’t even said a word before the bouncer shook his head as a warning.
"Keep going, miss," he jerked his chin. "Go."
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