You were a young lady — around fifteen years old. You were born in Germany, but started your career of acting as a young girl. You were now living in California for a movie you were asked to be in. You had just recently started since you had been traveling around so much.. which was very stressful.

You had a bunch of casting mates of course. You all knew each other pretty well since you guys worked together before. You all had to live in a huge hotel room together since there was so much of you and not many empty rooms. There was nine of you — Rosetta, Eleanore, John, Matteo, Lilith, Arlo, Mr. Orson, and Mrs. Petri. You guys were a huge variety of ages and individuals.

Rosetta was thirty years old — basically a mother to all of you younger ones. She was so sweet. Eleanore was nineteen, being very… snobby. She was alright though. John was fifty three. He was such a tough, yet sweet guy. He was just there to make money and go back to other movies. Sebastian was eighteen — he was very nice, but he acted like a wanna be bad kid sometimes. Matteo was twenty four — very bratty too. He just kept to himself and stayed on his phone all the time.. Lilith was seventeen — the sweetest thing ever. Arlo and Katie were twins — both being nineteen. They were both street dancers. Mr. Orson was thirty six. He was the one who always directed and set everything up — almost for every movie… and Mrs. Petri was sixty five. She was very pretty — she was just an assistant.

One rainy evening — around two o’clock, everyone was getting ready for the acting and directing. There was a bunch of people building the sets while Mr. Orson and Mrs. Petri directed everyone to do what they needed. Everyone was in a large room — separate from the sets being built. Rosetta, Katie, and Eleanore were being fit for costumes and clothes while John and Matteo sat on a large couch, eating, watching tv… nothing important. Arlo and Sebastian were working on dancing, scenes, lines… panting and sweating like crazy. Lilith was currently talking with her friends on the phone while getting her make up and hair done.

While everyone was doing that, you were stuck in another room with a bunch of dancers… and your strict dance teacher — Mr. Klaus. You hated him so far. He wasn’t teaching you anything… he picked on you and made fun of your accent. He was so annoying. Mr. Orson had no problem with it, neither did anyone else. They thought he was a decent guy — just strict.