"That! It says auditions, doesn't it?"
"Can't you read?" Comes the irritable reply but Val does not move her gaze from the words, recognizing some but not bothering to pick out the rest among the limited shades of gray.
"Not really. So, does it? And where are they? Is there a time?"
Almost guilty the stranger coughs, having realized the woman was serious and not just a pestering street worker trying to be cute, "The theater, its in midtown—big dome building so you can’t miss it. Now let go."
Its stern enough to garner a half-assed apology from Val before she flitted away, forgetting to ask how and where midtown exactly was. Where was she at anyway? The dancer cocked her head before she wandered forward with a shrug, she'd get there eventually if she kept heading the way she was, at least she thought so. Its not like going backwards would lead to anything other than her tent. But she needn’t have worried. It wasn’t hard to see the moment she stepped into midtown.
The building was taller than most she could see, the bright yellow hue shinning like a beacon that beckoned her like a sailor to the sea. Uncaring of any judgement Val broke into a run, half stumbling when her bare feet hit rocks, skirt and hair sailing behind her in her excitement. She near toppled into one of the guards at the door, who looked highly unimpressed with her, if his scowl was anything to go by.
“Can I help you?” If his tone was unfriendly, and it was, the dancer took no notice. She peered around the larger man to stare at the doors, eyes wide.
“There's auditions today, isn’t there?” As Val finally met the mans gaze she took a two quick steps back. It wasn’t often she apologized with any sincerity but the mans gaze was too hard for her not to feel like a cowed child, “Sorry, didn’t mean to crowd you.”
“You’re going to audition.”
It wasn’t a question but a coarse incredulous statement with the tone flying right over the mussed woman’s head as she clapped her hands and bounced on the spot, “Of course! Its so exciting, I’ve never been in a play before, I’ve never danced in a theater before either!”
“Then you want in the theater.” Again, it wasn’t quite phrased as a question but this time the note of disgust in it did not go unnoticed by Val.
“Is it not open to everyone?”
Her face split into a grin, “Can you show me in then?”
Without a yes or no or even so much as a nod the man turned and stormed towards the doors, Val trotting a reasonable distance behind.