You sat there with sweaty palms. Beautiful starlets walked in and out of that room more times than you could count. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, they were all stunning and all were pining for the same part as you.

"Y/n l/n come on!" A man called from the room. You took a deep breath before standing up and walking in. A camera was set up and three men sat behind a desk. You stood as tall as you could with your arms behind your back.

"I'm y/n l/n and I'm auditioning for the role of-" you stopped when the door opened. You knew who it was right away. Donald O'Connor.

"I'm sorry for the delay." He apologized, walking to the empty chair behind the camera. His presence made you even more nervous. You loved his films, he was already a huge teen star.

"We know you can speak fine. Can you dance?" One of the men asked while taking his pipe out of his mouth. Piano music started playing, you looked over and saw a middle aged lady play a familiar Gershwin tune.

You started to tap on the wooden floor. The longer it went the more comfortable you felt. Once the song ended you stopped and took your original stance.

"Don get with her." Donald got up and stood next to you. He started tapping at the same time as you, repeating the routine you just performed. The tune stopped and Donald stood by the door.

"Thank you," the men said. You nodded your head and walked to leave.

"I think you're a wonderful dancer." You said to Donald.

"I think the same about you kid, keep it up. I know you could go far." He smiled one of those contagious smiles of his. You nodded and grabbed the door and walked out.