Make a sound - a Henry Cavill fanfic

Chapter 1

There's a great big world out there

And I wanna see it

There's a great big world out there

And there's a place for me in it

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Saturday, March 5, 2019

I nervously rubbed my sweaty palms over my jeans, my best friend definitely not helping my nerves any.

"Are you nervous?" Hanna asked. "I mean, of course you are. This could be your big break. Oh my god, what if this movie is a box office hit? You could be raking in big money. And probably so many other movies. Can you just imagine? My best friend being a big Hollywood actress. Oh my—"

"Hanna, please stop rambling," I near-begged. "And yes, I'm nervous." Actually, I was on the verge of having an anxiety attack, but decided it best not to tell her.

My best friend at least had the decency to look embarrassed. "I'm sorry." She twirled a lock of her long wavy blonde hair around her finger. "I'm just really nervous for you."

I gave her a half smile. "It's okay. Just don't get too far ahead of yourself. I don't even have the part yet."

"I know. It's all just so exciting, you know? You've never gotten so far in the auditioning process with such a big budget movie like this. How many girls are still left?"

"Other than me? Four."

"Holy shit, Jules. You're so close!"

I allowed myself one brief moment to smile—to hope. "I know. I have to test with my potential costar today, and I think it all kind of hinges on that. So I just hope we have good chemistry."

"Who is it?" Hanna asked, leaning forward with an excited glint in her eyes. "Is he hot?"

"I don't know if he is. They actually haven't told me who it is, but I guess I'll find out soon enough."

Hanna's eyes widened as they fell on the clock behind me. "Or never if you don't leave now. You can't be late, or they might not even let you in."

I turned my head to look at the clock myself and cursed. "Shit. You're right. Wish me luck?" I asked, standing up and snatching my bag off the table.

"Good luck," she said, pulling me in so tight a hug it nearly hurt. "You'll knock 'em dead, I just know it."

I nodded, though I didn't really share her faith in me. I gave her one last shaky smile and hurried out the door. I was so nervous and on edge that a car door slamming a few feet away from me nearly set me off. I got into my car, putting my hands on the steering wheel as I took a deep breath. I am stronger than my anxiety. I can do this. I slowly nodded to myself and put my key into the ignition, turning it.

The drive from Venice Beach to Hollywood was about forty minutes, but traffic could push that well past an hour, and I did not want to be late. I was not yet an established name in Hollywood, and I didn't want to start my career by being known for being tardy.

After cursing nearly my entire way through traffic, I finally reached the studio where the auditions were being held. I hastily grabbed my script, locked the car, doubled back for my purse, locked my car again, and rushed my way inside, three minutes to spare. I walked up to the bored looking receptionist and gave her a polite smile. "Hi, I'm—"

"State your name and business please," she interrupted me, and I noticed she was stereotypically chewing bright pink bubblegum.

"Uh, I'm Juliette Morrison. I'm here for my screen test for If You Love Someone."