The sound of one hand clapping...

My heart was beating so hard that I thought it was going to pop out of my chest; my palms were sweaty; and my knees felt like they were about to give in under me. Acting is all I’ve ever known since I was a little girl.
I have never been so nervous in my life and this audition can either make or break my acting career. I pray that I get into the Performing Arts School.

Geez, everyone here seems so talented, how will I ever be able to compete. “Relax Stacey, you have this in the bag,” I whispered to myself.
“Number 149, you may come in now,” a lady with half moon spectacles announced. “Breathe Stacey, breathe,” I reminded myself out loud. At that point I thought I was going to die from nervousness.

I stepped onto the cumbersome stage as the bright lights shone on me. The auditorium was empty except for the three judges who all locked extremely serious, which made me even more nervous than I already was. “You may begin,” said the lady with the half moon spectacles.
I opened my mouth to recite my monologue, which I have prepared and practiced months in advance, but to my surprise no words came out of my mouth. Oh damn and I started to panic. “I’m sorry please give me a moment,” I asked the judges sincerely. I turned my back towards them in order to gather my thoughts; I took a deep breath and turned to face them once again.

Finally it was all over. My monologue was dramatic in all the right places. My character showed emotion and was left exposed for the world to see, or in this case, for the judges to see.
Alone, echoing in the empty auditorium was the sound of one hand clapping. “Well done number 149, well done! Welcome to the Performing Arts School,” said the lady with the half moon spectacles.

It was the sound of one hand clapping that will shape my acting career and me as an actress. It was the sound of one hand clapping that gave me that I now have one foot in the door to becoming a world renowned actress.