The Audition

Lexile: 920 | Grade: 7

Passage

Elena stared at the sign-up sheet posted outside the drama room. Her name was the last one on the list. In shaky handwriting, it read: 'Elena M.'

She could still erase it. The pencil was in her hand. No one had seen her yet.

Ever since she was little, Elena loved performing for her family—making them laugh with silly impressions or narrating stories with dramatic flair. But that was at home. This was different. This was the school play, in front of classmates who had never heard her voice louder than a whisper.

The role of Juliet was open to anyone. But everyone knew who would get it—Danielle. She was popular, confident, and had played leading roles since fifth grade.

Elena’s stomach twisted. 'Why am I even doing this?' she muttered.

The truth was, she didn’t expect to be Juliet. She didn’t even expect to get a part. What she wanted—more than anything—was to try. To stand in front of a group of people and speak clearly without her voice trembling.

The day of the audition arrived too fast. The drama room was buzzing. Students practiced lines, laughed nervously, and eyed one another. Elena sat in a corner, holding her script with both hands like it might fly away.

When her name was called, she stood up, legs heavy as stone. The director gave her a small nod.

She began. Her voice was quiet at first, shaky and uncertain. But something shifted in the middle of the scene. She wasn’t Elena anymore—she was Juliet, filled with emotion, pleading for understanding. Her words grew louder, more confident. When she finished, the room was silent for a moment. Then the director said, 'Thank you.'

No one clapped. No one laughed. But no one sneered either.

The next day, the cast list went up. Danielle got Juliet. Elena was cast as the nurse—a smaller part, but one with funny lines and real depth.

As she read her name on the list, Elena smiled. Not because she had won, but because—for once—she hadn’t let fear decide who she could be.