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An audition; an audition to be a director; how does one audition to be a director? Do you come out and start barking orders to imaginary cast members or do you sit in a chair and pretend to give commands to invisible actors. All this was running through L.A.'s mind as she waited in the audition room. Her ice blue eyes stared off into space as her mind whirled it's own chaotic way. Her parents had always said chaos lead to creation so it was only natural that a director and writer should have a bit of a chaotic mind. In her hand she had one of her scripts, one among many she had written since graduating from high school. It was one of her favorites called "I'll Make You See." It was about a love-lorn man trying to convince the woman of his dreams that he would make a suitable husband in the most murderous ways. She smirked a bit as she looked down at it, her red upper lip curving upward.

She was only 20, with no collage degree in the arts, and yet she aspired to scare the pants off the entire world. It was simple sometimes; throw a big scary monster out and make it go "rawr". Sometimes it took careful manipulation of the environment and senses before full fear was induced. It was her gift she had been told by her parents, to understand people's emotions and manipulate them to give them the rush they came seeking her out for. Despite being a bit of a strange child, her parents never squashed her creativity and did what they could to see their daughter succeed in her dreams. That included this audition, which her father had helped her secure.

"Lenore Annabelle Price, you are up."

"Call me L.A., thanks," she strode past the call guy in her tight black leather corset, black leather pants, and dock martins. She could feel the man's eyes flow over her figure, something she was use to by now and just kept walking. Once on the stage she looked at the emptiness before making her decision on how to proceed. She walked over to a table, pulled it over, then grabbed a chair. She sat down, flopping her papers onto the tabletop then propped a foot up on the corner. A smirk once again graced her features as she began to speak.

"Alright this is how I see it. This movie is called "I'll Make You See", a man's rather bloody attempts to win the love of his life. But this will not be some sort of hack and gore flick. Fellipe is far too intelligent to be some mindless nut job so I expect him to be portrayed as such. In his mind, he sees himself as taking on the qualities of the men he kills. When he kills a rich man, he begins to act the part of an upper society man. When he kills a poet he starts reciting lines and expressing his emotions in flowery language," she picks up the script and starts flipping through it before stopping on one page.

Her voice took on a more energetic tone as she continued, "But the more he kills the more acts he has to put on, and eventually it will break him with his final killing. He kills Kathryn's lover, thinking this will be the final step and let him take his place at her side. This isn't a sudden madness where he just snaps and goes all bat nuts. No it's a slow torturous decent into the depths of the human mind as it tries to keep all these different personalities contained in one man and yet it still desires it's true identity. Even in death he can't bring himself to be who he truly is because it has become lost in the mass of minds he created with in his single mind," she put the script back down.

She took her foot off the table, looking to the judges with her unnerving eyes, then stood up to begin walking around behind the table. She crossed her arms and began to look thoughtful. "Now Kathryn is the beauty, the inspiration for his transformations. But she is something of a diva. She only seeks to make herself better in the eyes society, never really seeing Fellipe's transformations until it is too late and he kills her lover. Perhaps she sees something of herself in him, constantly reinventing herself so others will think she is beautiful and charming. Always looking for the new trend or the new fashion so she will always remain on top. That is what I want from her, a sense of selfishness with a fear of being cast aside. Yet when a man does everything he can to have her she would rather have been ignored. A dichotomy to her normal frame of mind and what drives her to destroy what she sees of herself in him when she shoots him in the final scene."

Finally L.A. faced the judges once more, her hands on her hips with a determined look, "This is my vision, this is what I want you to create, and this is what the audience will remember when they leave the theater. The fractured mind and the mirror it can present to those who look into it. Alright then, let's begin."

With that final note she bowed to the judges and picked her script up, "Thank you for that opportunity. I hope you saw the vision as clearly as I wish to create it."

As she walked off stage she felt such a rush, it had been good she thought. It was really the only way she could think of to audition for the part of a director. She had to show that she had a grasp on her vision had to drive and will to make it happen.