“What are you talking about? I hadn’t even said anything about the audition,” I said tearfully, trying to blink away my emotions.

He looked at me with a sort of sympathy – or empathy – I guess. It was one of those ‘I-know-just-as-well-as-you-do-and-even-more’ looks, and didn’t really sit well with me – especially his half, wan smile.

It was just downright…creepy.

And suddenly, I was back in the real world. Louis’ face was pressed up against the window in the set (just like the script ordered) and although at other times I would’ve laughed, I was now genuinely panicked.

I flew into Victoria’s actions without a second thought.

I arose from the stool swiftly, and giving a last, fearful look at the window (which Louis was still glued to), I opened the door of the set, walked out, and slammed it shut behind me, heart hammering in my chest.

“And, cut!”

I nearly cried in relief.

Why was I so relieved?

“Great job, Pat! I knew we were right in picking you. Gosh, what a horrified expression!”