3,2,1... And Action!

   So, there we were.

   He looked at me.

   I looked right back at him.

   He looked doubtful.

   I hoped I looked calm.

   He appeared intimidating.

   I refused to be intimidated.

   He wasn't impressed.

   Neither was I.

   He was obligated to perform his duty.

   I was obligated to perform mine.

   He was the director.

   I was the actor auditioning for the part.

   He looked at me.

   He didn't speak, but his eyes said it all.

   He thought I was weak.

   I looked at him.

   I didn't speak, but I smiled.

   I thought he made a mistake in underestimating me.

   It was over.

   He wasn't impressed.

   But neither was I.

   He played his part perfectly.

   But I refused to play along.

   He left, probably annoyed that I wasted his time.

   I left, feeling a mixture of emotions.

   Needless to say, I didn't get the part.

   I am no actor.

   But why should I act?