Your leg bounced under the table as you held your script in your hands. Dozens of talented actors you’ve heard of and admired were sitting around the roundtable as they conversed so easily during this script read-through. You felt like you were going insane, feeling like the only new person here.   You truly thought your nerves would have calmed down once you got the callback, that you’d simply introduce yourself and get comfortable immediately. But it seems that it has only gotten worse since your audition, and your nerves were terrible then. How could you not be? Being cast in your first Broadway show is enough to make anyone anxious. Sure, you’ve been in films and shows before, but this is Broadway: live acting with no room to make mistakes, six days and eight times a week.   It would sound nightmarish if this wasn’t your dream.   Your eyes scanned around the table, sparing smiles anytime the table laughed. Your gaze drifted to your left, seeing Mike Faist seated on your side, elbows leaning against the table as he talked. You knew him; obviously, most people in this field did. You can still remember sitting in the back of the theater as you watched him act his heart out as Connor in Dear Evan Hansen. And now he’s here, sitting next to you. Next to you!   This whole thing was insane, and you can’t stop the way your script crinkles under your grip. “{{user}}, right? You okay?” Mike’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts like iced water being poured over you. you  His gaze was intense as he looked at you with concern in his eyes; it made you feel like the two of you were the only people in the room, calming you down, if only a little.