I guess you could say I was pretty nervous, seeing as it was my first huge audition, though I guess it wasn’t that huge, seeing as my mom found it in an ad yesterday in the morning paper. The auditions were for a movie that these two guys were filming independently, and the audition was open to anyone who was interested. So I guess it was just big, and not huge, but I was still very nervous.

My older sister Ricki was home for the weekend from college out in Michigan, and had reluctantly drove me to the hotel where the audition was being held.

“Hollywood is nothing but a bunch of skinny hos and insecure dopes who all over you.” She said on the ride there.

“Yeah…” I said slowly. “But the money’s worth it.”

“Not to me it isn’t.” Said Ricki, laying on her horn as some dumb jerk cut us off.

I was glad when we finally reached the hotel, because I was getting sick of Ricki lecturing me about how this was a waste of time and I could be doing other things much more important, like hanging out with friends.

“They’re just a bunch of men who use you to pay for their expensive cars. It's borderline prostitution.” She said in the elevator up to the suite.

“Will you shut up already?!” I screamed. “Just because you went on one audition, and some guy grabbed your butt, you’re all anti-Hollywood! Well this is my dream, and I’m not gonna let you ruin it!”

I suddenly got this awkward feeling inside my stomach. Maybe it was the fact that just as I had screamed these things, the elevator door opened early, revealing about fifty Asians staring at us. But I think it was more of the fact that my sister looked at me with such pain and hurt, it was unbearable.

Saying I didn’t mean it was no use, because when I said it, I did mean it, so I just kept pretending to be mad at her the rest of the ride up.

When we got in the suite, there were people of all kinds waiting for us. Ricki went and sat down on a sofa next to two anorexics while I signed in.

“Your name please?” Asked a lady, who greatly resembled a potato. I’ll just call her Mrs. Potato from now on.

“Aubrey Mozilla.” I said. Mrs. Potato handed me an index card with a number 34 on it. Determined to keep away from my negative sister, I went to the other side of the room and waited for what seemed like hours until I finally heard:

“Will number thirty four please come in?”

I fixed my stupid bra strap and entered the bedroom with butterflies in my stomach.

Seated at a card table with a whole mess of papers were two guys; One tall with long, curly hair and squinty eyes, and the other short with no hair and huge green eyes magnified by his Harry Potter glasses.

“Hi!” Blondie stood up, holding his hand out. “I’m Jason Chapman, the producer of our movie.”

“Hi, I’m Aubrey.” I said with a shaky voice and hand.

“This is my friend, Bill, who is the director.”

“How you doing, Audrey?” Bill said, not even looking up. If he weren’t the director of my big break, I would have corrected him.

“I really like you, Aubrey.” Said Jason sitting down. “You have a very nice look, and it’s just what we need for this movie.”

“Thank-you!” I said, probably a little too loudly, for Bill finally looked up.

“You’re welcome.” Jason laughed. “How old are you?”

“I’m twelve.”

“Wow! You're quite the young lady! Well, we’d like you to read from this script, now there’s a little bit of vulgarity in it. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Umm… sure…” To be honest, I really wasn’t. I never swore and I never was allowed to. I looked at the script and began to read:

“Listen Dustin, I know we just met and all, but please don’t think of me as a ho for asking you this… I really want to…”

I stopped . The “F” word?! Mom would kill me if she ever heard me say the “F” word in front of millions of people! Both Jason and Bill looked up at me.

“Is there a problem?” Jason asked.

“Do I have to say the “F” word?” I asked childishly.

“No, of course not.” Said Jason while Bill rolled his eyes, and made more notes. “Let’s just test you on camera for this one scene. He clicked the small video camera sitting on a tripod on, so the little green light on the side flashed.

“Now,” Said Jason rather businesslike. “How do you feel about taking your top off in front of a camera?”

At this question, my heart froze. I knew I was in trouble.

“Thank-you for your time!” I shouted as I ran outside, slamming the door behind me. I didn’t care that an entire room was staring at me, I just ran for my sister.

“Bad?” She asked.

“Horrible!” I Shrieked. “Rick, it’s not even a real movie! They wanted me to swear and take my clothes off in front of a camera!”

That was all I had to say. Pushing the skinny headed toward the door to the bedroom out of her way, Ricki threw the door open, and charged at the two men.

“Hi! My name is-” Jason stood up to shake Ricki’s hand, thinking she was auditioning, but instead, she smacked him hard across the face.

“You sick jerk!” She screamed. A bunch of people now gathered at the door looking in at us. “How dare you even think of asking my little sister to act like some kind of tramp for your entertainment like she’s some kind of toy!”

“Now Miss, please calm-” This time Bill stood up, and got a smack of his own.

“You both don’t deserve dicks!” Ricki finished, and grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me out the door, probably not even noticing Mrs. Potato slapping her sons Jason and Bill across the face, and mothers dragging their confused daughters and sons out of the suite in a huff.

The car ride home was quiet. Ricki was still fuming and I was still amazed. My sister wasn’t just some give-up-all-my-dreams bum, she had meant what she said. And most importantly, she stood up for me! It was then that I realized that my nagging older sister really loved me.