The Scarlet Bride

The world is the stage and we are the main characters of our own story. Our choices are the future. Our future.

"Next!"

A round of ugly sobs filled the hallway as another contestant failed to impress the judges. Her sobs were irritating to the ear since they sounded rehearsed to me. Eyes were all on her and ears listening to her cry. Mascara was running down her cheeks along with her tears which she furiously wiped away. This already happened twice in today's audition and it honestly fucking terrified me.

Judging the way the woman was clinging to who seemed to be her boyfriend, she was royally rejected. Or she was just being a drama queen off screen. There were plenty of them.

"I can't believe they rejected me!"

Her boyfriend rubbed her back in a soothing manner. He looked decent, a normal guy in everyone's eyes compared to his pink haired girlfriend, who looked like she was going to kill someone who dares insult her further. "Don't feel down, babe. I'm sure they don't know real talent when they see one."

Real talent, my ass... your girlfriend clearly doesn't fit the role of an innocent farm girl. She should've tried something else...

I shook my head in disapproval as they walked away and went back to what I was concentrating on a moment ago.

A college dropout like me wouldn't be here if they were seeking instant cash—unless they were really good at acting and have already gained fame. Acting was what I hated back then, never really entertained the idea of becoming an actress until eighth grade. The day our annoying English teacher decided to make me the main character of this play one of the students made.

It was a complete disaster at first, but as I was acting in front, pouring out monotonous words that were supposed to be full of passion—I decided to make fun of the weak protagonist.

I happened to find one of the kids sleeping with a kernel of popcorn stuck at the entrance of his nose. My young self decided to scare him. Roaring my next lines which stirred him awake. The popcorn flew from his nose and at the person seated in front of him. Seeing that funny thing, the crowd was energized once more at how comedic it was. With just that one decision, I gradually tried my best to make them pay attention.

That was how I came to love acting... to make people jump with energy even at such a boring scene. Not every day is filled with action and thrills unlike in the movies.

"Next!"

The woman before me stood and went into the door where one of the stage crew was beckoning her to hurry up. I stared down at my watch to see that the audition was close to ending.

Can I even make it?

My thoughts were answered when the woman walked out and I was called. Giving my bag in the safety of one of the staff. Heart pounding so loudly I thought it would burst; I stood up and walked down the path to another success or failure. If I get the role, I would rejoice but if I didn't... I just wasn't fit for that role. Simple as that.

As soon as I stood on the stage, bright yellow lights shone down at me. My whole being felt exposed and the slightest mistake would unravel all my hard work. Cold. I only felt cold as I stood there for them to evaluate with their piercing eyes. Memorizing those short lines, just two sentences repeating over and over in my head for this one moment... I won't let it go to waste.

"My name is Elise Skylar. Twenty-two years old and auditioning for the part of Mary, the farm girl."

One of the judges, a man in a gray suit, waved at me to begin. I took in a sharp breath, repeating the two sentences that they handed out in my head and began. I could do this. I could do this!

Acting like I was digging something heavy from the ground—basing my actions on this movie I saw—I wiped the nonexistent sweat off my forehead and stared at what I imagined as the horizon.

"Ah... another day here in this little ol' farm. But I think today's going to be a good day for apple pies!" I sing-songed.

Hand gesturing to what I marked as the sun, I gazed at the lights. The brightness making my eyes water as I stood there. The judges started debating that I almost screamed out in agony. When are they going to give me the signal?

"Alright, you can move now Miss!"

Heaving a sigh of relief, I relaxed and watched as they continued to talk in hushed voices. I know this all too well. The exchanging of opinions. It's either they take me or not. Lips in a tight line, I waited for their decision.

One of the men cleared his throat and they all stared at me, finally arriving with their answer. "Miss... Skylar, right?"

"Yes."

"Miss Skylar, I like the way you delivered the lines—you even acted like you were digging and then looking up at the sky, love the transition." he then gestured at me. "But... your hair."

Reflexively, I touched the strands that stopped short on my shoulder. "What about it?" I didn't like how long it was before, always getting in my way so I had to cut it short. "Is there something wrong with it?"

He nodded. "Yes... it's so short! There's nothing wrong with it, but Mary here has long hair—"

"Why are you making such a fuss over this?" The woman next to him frowned at her fellow judge. "So what if she has short hair? She can always wear a wig—"

"I don't want Mary to wear a wig!" The man countered fiercely. "Last time it took so long for us to shoot because Marie Antoinette's big ass wig keeps falling off!"

Are they seriously arguing about this right now? I internally sighed. They should've stated it in the beginning and not let countless women audition only to be told their hair doesn't fit the character. I feel bad for the pink haired woman earlier. No wonder she was sobbing, even if it sounded fake.

"Enough! I'm the director so follow my lead!" That shut off the other judges' opinion. Turning back to me, the man smiled sweetly. "Sorry about that dear... but we can't take you in. Mary has a lot of scenes that require immense work. Wearing a wig is no problem but it's a hassle—lot of hassle. Good acting anyways. Wish you luck, Miss Skylar."

So that was it.

"Next!"

I left the stage and exited the area, heading straight for the restroom after taking my bag.

I need to take a piss real quick!

Once inside one of the cubicles, I did whatever I needed to do. Piano notes resonated around the restroom, phone vibrating. Who could be calling me? Body tingling slightly, I flushed the urine and went towards the faucet to wash my hands. After drying my hands quickly, I answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetie, how are you?"

"Mom..." Looking up at the mirror, I stared at my own reflection and cringed. I look awful! And my lips... Pulling my bag, I zipped it open and fished my chapstick out. "I'm okay. How about you? How's granny?"

"I'm fine. She's in her bedroom right now, taking a nap. Is it raining over there?"

"Nah, it isn't." I applied the lip balm before placing it in the safety of my bag again. Tasting the cherry flavor, my gaze landed on my wavy short dark brown hair. Wondering what was wrong with it. "I understand that you're in another part of the country but it's quite sunny here at Devont City."

"Ah! Sorry about that." she laughed, "It's been like forever since I left."

The fact that Mom left because she didn't want to stay where she's always reminded of her past mistakes remained in my head. Tattooed forever in my head and blood. I am a product of her past, after all. But other than that, I knew she was on the hunt for another man to rekindle her fire. I rolled my eyes, knowing she'll flirt with any handsome British man that stayed in grandmother's inn.

Fighting the urge to scold and demand her to go head back home, I forced a smile instead.

No use pleading with her. I know where I got my stubbornness...

"Mom, please take care." I mumbled to the phone. "And please don't pick up any handsome British man you see off the streets. You might scare people off."

"There you go again! I won't bring back any British man. Don't worry about me or your grandma, sweetie. To be honest, I'm quite worried about you all alone in the city. Don't you want to stay here?"

I shook my head. "You know I can't do that..."

Mom sighed on the other line. "I know... you love acting very much and you don't want to spend your whole life in a small town. It's quite peaceful here though compared to the bustling city. By the way, how did the audition go? Did you get the part?"

It was silent for a couple of seconds, just me staring at my own reflection. Seeing my blue eyes start to get glassy, I cleared my throat and smiled bitterly. Keeping it all in. I hated crying and that's one of the reasons why I didn't like drama. Quite ironic for an actress not to like drama.

"No. I didn't get the part."

The other line was silent as well until Mom spoke. "I see. Don't get disheartened about it, Elise. There's always next time... don't give up hope."

I knew she didn't want me to continue living this way. She did envisioned me becoming a businesswoman and taking up Grandma's inn. However, my likes and her dreams for me were different. I'm glad she respected that, but she's still butt hurt over me quitting college. Said that education is still important even if my job is in the showbiz industry.

God, I'm such a disappointment at times...

Putting on a determined face, I slammed my hand on the counter. "Don't worry, Mom! I won't let your efforts and mine go to waste. I will not let this get in my way to stardom!"

I could almost see her smiling brightly at me. "That's the spirit, Elise! Be the actress you want to be, don't let others bring you down. Oh, you didn't mention why they didn't take you. What did they not like?"

"Um... my hair?"

"WHAT?!"

Explaining to her almost felt impossible as she rambled how stupid the man was— he indeed was. "Mom, calm down! To be honest, I didn't even like the part. I can't act like a farmer girl when I've been raised in the city."

"I swear if I see that man—what does he look like, huh? I swear I'll make him bald and ask if he's fit as a director with that shiny head of his!"

Mom soon calmed down, much to my relief. "Mom, I have to go. I need to be somewhere else... I also need to clean the apartment. Alex won't be pleased if she comes home to a dirty place." Images of Alex Bay—my best friend and classmate until high school—angry was hard to picture out. I never saw her angry and imagining it is already giving me chills.

"Yeah, sure sweetie. I also need to go and attend to some guests. They're quite a lot today."

"That's good. It means business is booming."

"I'll call you again, okay? Please don't eat too much ice cream tonight."

I smirked at her last sentence. "Yes, Mom." No promises! "Talk to you later, bye!"

"I mean it, Elise Skylar! Do you want to get diabetes?! Don't make me spend a lot on hospitalization you little—"

"Love you, bye!" This time, I hung up faster than I ever did and pocketed my phone. Did she read my thoughts? How did she know? Is that some sort of mother's instinct? So creepy...

After making sure I looked decent, I crumpled the paper that had the two lines of Mary. There's no use for that now. Throwing the trash into the bin, I took one last look in the mirror before leaving the restroom. It was growing quite hot in there.

Exiting the theater, a fancy car was parked in front. I couldn't help but look at it in disdain. Rich people...

Suddenly aware of girly squeals, I eyed a line of girls at the opposite side of where I auditioned. Is there another audition there? Observing the women, they were looking quite ecstatic. Some were even talking quite animatedly to whoever accompanied them. Huh, they're all brunettes. Don't tell me they're not interested in blondes or redheads... Seriously, there are wigs and hair dyes. This is the twentieth first century. We have technology!

Walking up to see how long the line was, my eyes widened. It's like they're lining up for a Christmas sale instead of an audition! Is it really such a nice role? Who's the director? What movie is this?

Curious, I approached one of the women. "Uh, excuse me! But what are you auditioning for?"

I must've looked stupid to them for the women stared at me and laughed like the little bitches they are. A frown settled on my face. Huh... so they won't answer me, eh? Fine then, I don't need to ask you! Irritated, I ignored them and opted to ask another person, specifically the blonde woman facilitating the line. She was obviously having a hard time quieting them down.

"Excuse me, Miss. What is it they're auditioning for?"

Maybe this is a famous book turned movie that's quite popular with teenagers... I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. Who wouldn't want to be the next female star to be paired up with a hot actor?

Finally noticing me, the woman faced me. "Audition? Are you interested? If you are, please line properly and set an example to these kids. They're quite rowdy for their age."

I stifled a laugh. "Um, no... I don't think I want to— the line is super long and I have other stuff to do. But is it a popular movie? Who is the director?"

"Movie?" Confusion was what she gave me before realization dawned upon her. "Oh! Oh no, this isn't for a movie. This is an audition on who'll be the bride for Aide—"

Before she could even utter her next words, the door to the cinema opened and the women started pushing one another. It was like a race for whoever gets in first.

"Hey! Let me through!" I yelled, being pushed by the contestants. Being swept by a wave of women into the cinema was not how I wanted this day to go.

"Oi! Let me pass!"

Who knew the sea of women would sweep me away like a lost boat, changing the course of my life forever…

What the hell am I doing here?

Eyes wandering to the buzzing candidates surrounding me and the door that seemed so far away, I began doubting whether I could leave the place unscathed. Hands holding my bag close to my chest, I calculated my plans on getting out. There's just too many women! They won't even budge.... How important is this role for them?! Is this life and death to them?

"Would you quit shoving?" I hissed at one of the girls behind me. "Even with your efforts, you won't get to be first in line!"

My words fell on deaf ears, the one who should receive it too busy chatting in her phone to even listen to my complaint. Rolling my eyes, I squeezed in between the girls in front of me and opted to find another exit. There's got to be one here somewhere...

A man suddenly emerged from the double doors and addressed the crowd of females "Alright! I request everyone to quiet down so we could start this, nice and smoothly!"

Much to my surprise, the girls obeyed him. So, it's going to begin now, eh? Must leave the building now or risk getting caught in this... whatever this is.

"Those who are natural blondes, please leave now! We're only accepting brunettes!"

Some of the women groaned and began grumbling how it wasn't fair. I bit my lip in annoyance as the rest of the girls hung on to every word the man was saying. The requirements for the role was quite specific. Young, age ranging from twenty to twenty-seven. Graduated high school or college. They also have to be natural brunettes. Not blonde.

What is it with hair color or hair in general? Shouldn't it matter? What's the use of getting an actor that looks like the character and doesn't even know how to act?

Relief washed over me as it started to get spacious, the women who didn't fit their descriptions either stayed to take a chance on luck while the others went home. I admire those who stayed, but they should know that once they don't fit the description they'll be sent home.

Seriously... they should just allow them to participate. I almost got crushed because they were rushing in only to be told that there's a specific requirement.

Turning my back, I followed the woman on her way out. Should I buy lunch? Today is making me lazy—

A hand grabbed me by the shoulder, pulling me towards the opposite direction. "Alright! You're included in the first batch to audition. Follow the other four women to the door."

What?! I faced the man who grabbed me, about to tell him I wasn't going to participate when the rest of the women he took pushed me to the entrance. "Wait! I'm not here to—this was a mistake! I don't want to audition!"

"Yeah, yeah..." he brushed my words off, "Please quiet down or you'll be kicked out."

"Hey! Did you hear me? I said I'm not here to auditi—" The words died on my mouth when the door was slammed shut on my face. Frustrated, I trailed behind the gushing women who were marveling at the huge stage. Sitting up front were six judges, ready to evaluate.

"Ladies, please follow me." The blonde woman I saw early beckoned for us to accompany her to the backstage. I have to tell her that I'm not included in this—damn my curiosity! Always getting me in trouble.

We were all lined up. I was standing behind the first woman to audition, she was mutter quite loudly. Seeing the blonde woman walking towards us to give us numbers, I shook my head vigorously when she handed me mine. "No, um, I'm not going to audition. Me being here was a mistake and I need to get home. Can I just go?"

Surprise was written all over her face at my request. "Go home? You don't want to be his wife?"

Wife? Is this what the role these women are all screaming about?

"Yes, I just want to go home and—"

"Chelsea! Are they ready?"

She spun to address one of the stage crew. "Yeah, they're all prepared! Let's start now." Her attention went back to me and gave me a small smile. "Sorry, but we have to begin now or I'll get fired. Just relax and do your best."

What kind of advice is that? Did she even hear what I just said?

The blonde woman walked away to attend to other stuff, leaving me with excited four women. Chances of escaping were now down to zero as the first woman went up stage, introducing herself and acting all adorable. It made me cringe.

What kind of wife is this character? Is she all cutesy? Oh god, I feel like I won't like this...

"Alright, next!"

Huh? Eyes bigger than saucers, I regarded the empty stage and spotlight. Me? I'm next? Where did the first woman go?

"Hey! You're up!"

A hard push on the back almost made me trip on my own feet as I walked to the stage. Stage fright was what I always experienced back then, the sweating of palms and the feeling of being scrutinized. I never expected to feel it again as I stood in front of piercing eyes, evaluating me by my appearance only. Swallowing, I stared at the judges and smiled nervously. Sweating profusely like a sinner at church.

"Uh... hi?"

"Yes, hello to you as well." One of the men said, adjusting his glasses. He was wearing a sharp looking suit. "What is your name and age?"

"I'm Elise Skylar. I'm twenty-two years old."

"Twenty-two? That's quite young!" The woman beside him gasped. "Are you sure we shouldn't change the age requirement? Who would want to marry at that age?"

"Well, she obviously knows what she's getting herself into." he then smiled at me. "Twenty-two... are you still in college?"

I shook my head at his question. "No. I... quitted on business management two years ago to pursue acting." Why are they even asking this? They're looking for an actress, right? "Um, is there something wrong with that?"

They were exchanging a few looks and I didn't like it. The man with glasses shook his head, "Nope. There's nothing wrong with that, we were just expecting something else."

Something else?

"Do you know how to cook?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how to clean?"

Left eyebrow twitching, I nodded. What's with these people? Are they rich that they have maids running around to clean? "I live in an apartment with my best friend. She isn't around all day because of college so I manage the cleaning, cooking and the bills to pay."

That's right, Alex forgot to throw the garbage a while ago. That woman...

Awe was in the face and eyes of the woman, her lips shaped in an 'O'. "Really? That's good to hear! He likes independent women when it comes to those kinds of things."

He? Are they talking about the character's husband in the movie?

"That's enough." The man with glasses said, clearing his throat. "So, Miss Skylar, do you like children?"

Okay... I guess the character has children. That means I have to deal with kids in this role.

"Not really... but if I ever have one, I want them to be well-mannered but still enjoy their childhood."

"Are you an only child?"

I frowned at their personal questions. Is this still considered an audition? How did the woman ahead of me finish so early? I want to go home now. "I'm sorry but does that have to do with the character?"

"Sorry, Miss Skylar. It's alright if you don't answer if you're uncomfortable."

I nodded. "Yes, I'm an only child."

Don't tell me they're going to ask about who my parents are as well!

"What were your thoughts about this audition?" Another judge asked, a man with a weird looking hairstyle. "Were you excited that this chance finally came up?"

Licking my lips, tasting the cherry flavored Chapstick, I responded. "To be honest, I was just next door entering an audition for a farm girl. I didn't get the role but I'm glad I didn't pass that chance up." I scratched my head, not knowing how to tell the rest of the story. "And um, I ended up here because there was a horde of women pushing me. My curiosity got the best of me and here I am now..."

The six of them started to discuss in voices so soft I couldn't hear them at all. I scratched my arm, patience wearing thin every passing second. Can't I just go home? It seems to me I don't fit the role! There are also a lot of women outside waiting; they're the ones interested in this.

"C-can I go now?"

They were starting to get weird, exchanging such narrowed looks that I began to fear of what they were going to ask me next. However, relief was what I felt the most when they nodded. The bubbly woman up front gestured to the exit. "Yes, you may now go Miss Skylar. Thank you so much for your time. Please leave any contact number to our assistant waiting at the exit. We'll call you."

I doubt that. There may be other women outside you'll take interest on. In fact, it wouldn't bother me so much!

"Yeah, I will." I grinned, waving at them as I walked out. Away from any watching eyes, I mischievously chuckled and made up a fake number in my head. But when I arrived at the door, the same blonde woman earlier stood there with a clipboard and pen ready. Handing it to me, the made up numbers disappeared.

Maybe... I should just take a chance on this. At least I tried. And who knows, this might be my big break!

After writing my cellphone number on the paper with my name, I handed the clipboard back to her. She smiled and waved as I walked away. "Thank you for your time!"

Once out of the theater, I let out a yawn and stretched. Finally! Thank god, I thought I'd be stuck there forever! Taking my phone out, I saw that it was already lunch time and called Alex. She picked up at the third ring.

"What is it?"

"Woman, what do you want for dinner? Tell me ahead so I can buy the ingredients."

"You called me just for that?"

I laughed. "And yes, I started missing you, woman."

"I want chicken. And pizza."

"Just that?" I stifled a laugh, knowing that she wanted to eat more but wouldn't allow herself. Alex was skinny back then until she gained weight during the last year of high school. Right now, she was managing what she was eating, sometimes spoiling herself but still under a diet. "What happened to craving ice cream? Carbonara? Pizza rolls?"

From here, I could tell Alex was giving me the 'fuck-you' look through her phone.

"Just cook something that doesn't burn the whole place, alright? I don't want to come home and see the kitchen a mess."

"Shut up. It's always me who cleans!" I shook my head at her words. "Seriously, you can't even fold your clothes right. You can't fix your bed properly. You can't even put the shoes you wore back to in its place! And I will never forget when I was gone for a whole day only to find the apartment such a mess—"

"Yes, yes. I love you too, goodbye!" she interjected. "Please don't make the sauce too spicy, alright?"

"Of course woman, I wouldn't try and burn your tongue." Unless I want to see you suffer now that's different thing. "You know I don't like spicy stuff."

"Okay... goodbye."

"Bye."

Pocketing my phone, I gave the theater one last look before making my way. Maybe if I come back tomorrow, I'll land a better role. Passing by a crowd of blonde women, their conversation reached my ears that made me stop in my tracks.

"Can you believe it? Aiden is finding for a wife and he's making women audition for it?"

Aiden?

Turning around, I watched as five blonde ladies all circled at the side. They were probably here for the audition until they were told that blondes are not allowed. It's kind of silly really.

"Yeah, I thought he had a girlfriend!"

"What if they recently broke up? This is probably his way of getting back at her. Who in their right minds would separate from him? He has it all!"

I frowned at them and continued on my way. So... it was an audition for this man's wife? Is it for real? Like legally? Shaking my head, my frown further deepened. If it is real, he's probably one of those annoying rich people. Really, they should just go off somewhere.

Images of a man, laughing and sharing stories with everyone, entered my mind until I cut them off. No, I shouldn't think about that useless man. We were fine when he wasn't around and we will be fine even if he won't come back. After all, we were just scum to him. Biting back the anger boiling inside me at the memory of him, I mentally counted to ten as I walked. Hands in a tight fist with teeth clenched.

Summer here in Devont City is like a dream—if it weren't for the wild parties being held at the beach and teenagers getting high. Lips in a thin line, I recall doing everything just to earn money. The memory of having to work with a growling stomach empowered me to work harder so I'll never experience something like that again.

Running a hand through my hair, I clutched my bag close to me as I walked past a huge crowd. The grocery store across the street.

"Hey, check out that limousine! I wish I could afford one soon."

Head turning to the direction of where the man was pointing at, the limousine he wanted was parked near us. Like an instinct, I distanced myself from it and lowered my gaze. Oh god, what if he's there? I don't want to see his face!

Inhaling sharply, I quickened my steps. Don't worry, Elise... There are a lot of rich people around here. Yeah, it's impossible for it to be him. I mean, why would he be around this area?

Ears picking up the door opening, my spine shot up straight and slowly turned. Two tall bulky men climbed out, all wearing sharp suits. That was all it took for me to look away and scrambled away. No, they're not here to take me. Why the fuck would they do that? They're just bodyguard—

"Excuse me, Miss?"

Breath hitching, I turned to see them looming over me. "W-what is it?" Did I drop something? What do these two gorillas want?

"I'm sorry but our boss wants to talk to yo—"

As if my legs had a mind of their own, I started to run away. No, fuck no! I'm not getting in that limousine! Shit, why didn't I cross the street sooner?

Fate was playing with me. Even if my legs were fast, I didn't stand a chance against these gorillas as they picked me up like I was weightless and went towards the car.

"No! Let me go!" I trashed around, legs kicking. I couldn't even feel the pavement! "This is kidnapping! I don't want to—"