The first time I ever auditioned for anything in America, I was so nervous that I couldn’t even talk to the other kids in the waiting room. All I knew about America then was what they’d told me back home. And in Singapore, the Americans were legendary for their degree of artistic talent and expressiveness. I was convinced that I didn’t stand a chance.
I read the monologue anyway, because once you’re there, you might as well see the whole thing through.
The professor finally looked up at me. “Your English is very good,” he said. He sounded pleasantly surprised.
Apparently the most memorable aspect of my audition was how, despite my appearance and nationality, I was fluent in English.
Like I said, I never stood a chance.