Kelly barely made it to the registration booth before it closed, and then she had nothing to do but wait…. The room was crammed with a small army of hopefulls, all vying for their chance at the role of a lifetime. She felt something creaping into her that she has never felt before… Claustraphobia… Living in a big city for most of her life, it was not a familliar feeling to her. Quickly making her way to the corner of the room, her Sylveon in tow, she leaned against the wall and clutched her chest.
There was no time for her to calm herself though, as she was called to the final waiting room with a smaller group of people and she waited for her turn to take the stage. Her heart was jumping in her chest as she waited for her name to be called, the nerves were begining to overtake her and she shook slightly. But when her name was called it all went away. She walked to the glowing light in the center of the stage and Sylveon sat at the edge of the stage. Kelly’s voice was loud and clear as she addressed the man and his pokemon “Yes, I am Kellane Beaumont, and today I will be performing a dance for you.”
She took her position and the music began to play… And then she danced… She poured her whole heart into the dance and Sylveon must have noticed as she came and joined her trainer in the dance. The two moved together with perfect harmony with eachother, and when it was over and the last chord of the song echoed through the theater they were both left standing in the light waiting to see what would be said about their performance.
The stage and audience was hushed with anticipation and patience. Komisch and his pokemon observed this young woman’s dancing skills, along with her companion, as they performed passionately on stage. Komisch lightly taps his pen against his notepad, yet it echoes throughout the rows and stage. Komisch then looks down and starts writing down the statistics and notes on Kelly. After a silent and kind of awkward couple of minutes, Komisch as finished writing.
“Kellane Beaumont..”,he announces strongly, as his call disturbs the stressing silence at last. He puts his notepad and pen down on his lap, and looks back at Kelly, with his distant, empty and cold eyes. “Exit stage left. You will measured by our costume staff, and come back next week on Thursday, 1 pm.” Komisch then gives a small ticket-like note to his spritzee, Cosette. The spritzee flutters towards to Kelly, handing her the ticket; qualifying her as an official cast member. Komisch then happily confirmed, “Congratulations, dear schönheit! We welcome you~.”