The sun was blazing down on the line of people standing outside the doors of the rented auditorium. The sign on the marquee said Auditions Today! Be the next Big Reality Star! Dozens of people had lined up as soon as the sign had gone up. They had been in line about five hours, being assured repeatedly that as soon as things were set up inside the auditions would begin.
They came from all walks of life, the well to do to the hobo, grandparents to little children. All looking for their fifteen minutes of fame.
People were starting to get hot and cranky, but no one wanted to step out of line. The offered prize was just too good. One million silver crowns to the winner. So they waited chattering on and off to each other.
?I wonder what kind of show this is going to be?? one hopeful asked her neighbor.
?I bet it?s a talent show? another answered. ?I hear those are the big thing now?
A girl in a short black dress and high heels walked down the line handing out clipboards and giving instructions. ?Please fill in all the information on the application, and sign the waiver on the back page. When you come to the doors, give your forms to the girl on the left, and pick up your screen test instructions from the girl on the right. Our judges are behind the black screen. If you pass the screen test the green light will come on. If you fail, the red light will come on and you will be escorted from the premises.?
Once the last clipboard was handed out she returned to the doors of the building. ?Auditions will begin in forty five minutes.? She said before stepping back inside and closing the doors.
There were quiet sounds of confusion as the applicants read through the application.
?Do you grow faint at the sight or smell of blood?? one applicant gave a puzzled frown before scrawling his answer.
?On a scale of one to ten, ten being extremely high, how high is your personal pain threshold?? further back in the line a little girl shivered as she read this question, before writing in her answer.
?How loudly can you scream?? grandma looked a little confused as she answered that one.
?When you have a nightmare, do you wake screaming.? The hobo reading that question laughed and spoke his answer aloud as he wrote it ?My life IS a nightmare.?
The waiver on the back was simple.
I the undersigned agree to release the organizers, producers, staff, and any other being of even remote association with this production of any liability in the case of physical, mental or spiritual harm .
There was a place to sign and date under that. No one even questioned it before they signed. Greed tends to melt away any sense that people may have had. After all how could an audition be dangerous?
They came from all walks of life, the well to do to the hobo, grandparents to little children. All looking for their fifteen minutes of fame.
People were starting to get hot and cranky, but no one wanted to step out of line. The offered prize was just too good. One million silver crowns to the winner. So they waited chattering on and off to each other.
?I wonder what kind of show this is going to be?? one hopeful asked her neighbor.
?I bet it?s a talent show? another answered. ?I hear those are the big thing now?
A girl in a short black dress and high heels walked down the line handing out clipboards and giving instructions. ?Please fill in all the information on the application, and sign the waiver on the back page. When you come to the doors, give your forms to the girl on the left, and pick up your screen test instructions from the girl on the right. Our judges are behind the black screen. If you pass the screen test the green light will come on. If you fail, the red light will come on and you will be escorted from the premises.?
Once the last clipboard was handed out she returned to the doors of the building. ?Auditions will begin in forty five minutes.? She said before stepping back inside and closing the doors.
There were quiet sounds of confusion as the applicants read through the application.
?Do you grow faint at the sight or smell of blood?? one applicant gave a puzzled frown before scrawling his answer.
?On a scale of one to ten, ten being extremely high, how high is your personal pain threshold?? further back in the line a little girl shivered as she read this question, before writing in her answer.
?How loudly can you scream?? grandma looked a little confused as she answered that one.
?When you have a nightmare, do you wake screaming.? The hobo reading that question laughed and spoke his answer aloud as he wrote it ?My life IS a nightmare.?
The waiver on the back was simple.
I the undersigned agree to release the organizers, producers, staff, and any other being of even remote association with this production of any liability in the case of physical, mental or spiritual harm .
There was a place to sign and date under that. No one even questioned it before they signed. Greed tends to melt away any sense that people may have had. After all how could an audition be dangerous?