“You’re kidding right?” I confirmed.

“Of course not. This is too important to be kidding about,” my mom told my.

I was speechless. I was too exited. My mom got me an audition for this big Hollywood movie. It’s been my dream since I was a little girl to become and actress, and that dream is finally coming true.

“We leave in four days. Why don’t you go pack,” instructed my mom.

After I was a third of the way done packing my mom took me shopping for a dress to impress the director. I was audition for a girl named Amile. Amile is a stuck-up rich girl who is obsessed with fashion. On her sixteenth birthday she meets this strange guy who tells her about the “real world”. He tells her that all the fairy tales that her parents told her, are real. I want to dress just like Amile.

My mom took me to a store downtown that I loved to got to, but could never by anything there because it was too expensive. She bought me a long dark red dress. It had sparkles all over it and only had one sleeve. That one sleeve had a red bow on it. The high heels that she got me were also red and had a bow on the back of it. My mom got my hairstylist to do a complex style that looked like a braid that turns into a flower. The stylist put glitter in it and ruby in the middle of the flower.  Luckily we didn’t have to buy any makeup, but we did buy so jewelry. The necklace she bought me was a golden locket, I planed to put something in it, but I don’t know what yet. The ring was also gold and had a small diamond on it. The earrings were simple gold hoops.

When we got to the audition a group of girls crowded my. They kept saying how gorgeous I looked . They all said that I would get the part, except for one. She wasn’t in the crowd at first, but pushed her way in to see what everyone was gathering around. She wore a short black dress that went down to her thighs. She was wearing finger-less black gloves and the only jewelry she wore  were small silver hoop earrings going up on her ear. Her high heel boots went up to her knees and she was wearing black tights to cover the rest of her legs. Her hair was uneven and black. Half of the hair was shoulder length and the other half was half way to her wast.

“Why are you wearing that?” she asked, her voice as cold as a block of ice.

“Why are you wearing that?” I repeated.

“I’m Amile,” she told me. “Amile looks like this for most of the movie.”

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter what I look like, but know this: I will get this part even if it’s the last thing I do.” I tried to match her cold and intimidating tone as best as I could, but I don’t think that it worked.

“Trust me, if you get this part, it will be the last thing that you do,” she threatened. We stared at each other for a few minutes. To my luck the auditioning stared three minutes later.

Everyone was called in alphabetical order by last name. I was one of the last since my last name was West.

When they finally called me, I walked to the small room with my nose held high.

“Hello Saige West,” said a charming young man that looked about my age. He had wavy blond hair that went half way to his shoulders and navy blue eyes. He wore a simple gray tee-shirt that showed most of his muscular arms and a pair of well worn jeans. His shoes and socks were crusted with dry mud, I guessed that those were hiking shoes.

I held my script in my shaking hand and waited for him to say something. All he did was stare at me with a confused expression.

“S- Something wrong?” I asked him nervously.

He shook his head and said “No. I could of sworn I saw you from somewhere.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think so,” I said with a confused expression on my face now.

“Mind stay here for a bit after the audition?”

Is that I good sign, I thought. It must be. “No, I don’t mind.”

“Good, now let’s get on with the scene.”

There were two more people after me. When everyone finished the young man came out of the room and said that everyone should expect a call around three o’clock. As everyone filed out of the room, I walked over to him with my mom.

“Hi, you said you wanted to talk to me,” I told him.

“Ah, yes. In private though,” he said.

I turned to my mom. “Fine,” my mom said.

He took me into the audition room.

“I didn’t catch you name,” I said as politely as I could.

“It’s Allen,” he said. “Do you happen to know any Amile?”

“No, why?” I started to get confused.

“You look exactly like her,” Allen replied.

“Who is she?”

“She was a close friend of mine. She was killed two years ago.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. You weren’t involved in our world,  you shouldn’t be involved in our world, but…” His eyes get glossy with tears. “I’m afraid that you may get involved.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m going to go.”

“No wait!” He was crying now. “Just listen.”

“Alright, I’m listening.” I put my hands on my hips impatiently.

“The movie is true. Everything that happened in it. Amile was real.” I didn’t know what to say to that. “I’ll prove it to you.” I still couldn’t speak. Allen took a small wooden flute from his pocket and played something. Small dots of green light appeared out of nowhere. they all started to grow. It turned into a girl my height. She was wearing white dress, no shoes, white hair,light blue eyes and shined brighter then any of the other fairies. Another one wore a blue dress, no shoes, navy blue hair, dark blue eyes, and looked like she was drenched in water. There was a pink dressed one with a bow and arrow and many, many others. “Do you believe me now?” asked Allen hopefully.

I stared blankly at the fairies for a while. “Yes.” My voice shaky.

“Oh, thank God! Now you can help me and finish Amile’s mission.” I reached for the door knob behind me. I turned it slowly and burst out of the room. I ran backwards and tripped over something lying on the ground.

I then crawled backwards and shouted “Get away from me you freak! You’re delusional!”

“Saige, You’ve got to listen to me. You don’t understand,” Allen said.

“No you don’t understand.” I reached the wall and couldn’t back up any longer.

My mom rushed over and said “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing. Saige was just leaving. I thought I could trust you but I guess that I was wrong. See ya.” Allen said in a harsh tone.

“What was that all about?” asked my mom as she helped me up.

“I don’t know. Directors, am I right,” My mom and I laughed at my joke even though  none of us got it.

We drove in silence for the five minute drive back to our hotel room.

When we got there I asked my mom “Do you believe in fairies?”

“What an odd question,” she replied. “In fact I do.” My heart skipped a beat. “I was twelve.” Oh no, I thought. My mom’s going into one of those lame back flash stories, but this one might be important. “I stayed up all night reading a book. My clock read one thirty. I heard taps on my window and covered my head with my blanket. Then I heard the window open and flapping wings. I  uncovered my head and saw a thin, pale girl in a brow dress. She had brow wings, brown hair, and no shoes one. I asked who she was. She said that she was the cleaning fairy.”

“But did you really believe that it was a fairy. I t could have been someone playing a trick on you.” I protested.

“Now that you think about it, maybe it was my sister playing a trick on me. Well, I guess that that means I don’t believe in fairies. Sorry honey.”

“Good. I don’t believe in them ether.” I thought for a moment that maybe I should tell her about what happened with Allen. I don’t want to go to a mental hospitable, so I decided not to say anything.