The light of the day poured into the room her aunt was in, recovering from her last surgery. Moria had just opened the curtains and sat on the edge of her aunts bed. She was doing the whole show for her aunt. So that she wouldn’t need her mom, so that she could make a name for herself, and just well, have the experience. Her aunt was giving her the interview pep talk. “All she had to do was be her, and she could do anything.” It was a kind of typical thing that mother’s would say, or aunts, but Moria held the advice close to her heart. She was worried about leaving her aunt in the care of another for the months they would be shooting if she got in, but her aunt insisted she tried. “Don’t even do it for me Mo, do it just for you! Think about what it could do for your career, go for it! And you must have fun, or don’t think about coming home.” Moria laughed. They had one last hug before she left for the studio.
Moria entered the studio with her portfolio clutched to her chest. ‘This is it.’ She thought.
She closed her eyes, brushing past the many other young hopefuls towards the intricately designed staircase. She smiled to herself at the thought that one day, one day she would be able to design such a piece. She was excited despite the heavy reason that brought her there, and her fun nature quickly sprouted when she was lead by a judge towards the interview room. She knocked and Moria entered in and grinned.
“Please, have a seat.” She sat. She looked around her and was amazed by the many art features in the room, she specifically looked at a certain painting on the right wall that reminded her of something.
“Moria Landing?” A man with a firm nonchalance voice asked. She looked at him, he was wearing a navy blue suit with a red tie, it suited him. She laughed at the thought. “Excuse me?” he looked annoyed. She understood, she couldn’t imagine how many people he had to interview for the show. She quickly spoke up,
“Yeah, that’s me! Sorry for randomly laughing, it's just that your suit looks quite dapper,” she added another grin. He nodded.
“Okay,” he went on to explain who he was and to introduce the rest of the crew. After grinning at all four of the directors she engaged them in conversation.
“Wasn’t it in Extreme India where this acrobat could twist his body into a ball and roll? That was awesome! I was so stunned, and that one girl who could sing every single song! It blew my mind!” She said with enthusiasm.
“Yeah, the last season was by far the most extreme for India. So you know this show?” Sariya replied.
She giggled. “Yeah, I was actually watching the adult one for a couple of seasons. It’s very cool,”
“So I take it then you’ve watched Extreme UK then?” She turned towards the british accent, grinning.
“Oh my! Extreme UK! The drama gets so heated, the talent is great! I mean I couldn’t look away,” she told him. “And I love Extreme Brazil! So much talent and culture, it’s amazing! And I--”
“Okay, we understand you’ve watched the show. I hope you understand we are running out of time, so please explain to us what makes you America’s most extreme teen?” Archie asked poignantly.
She sobered. This was serious now. She took a slow breath and held composure. ‘Are my nerves going to ruin my opportunity?’ She wondered. Her hands shaking slightly she took out her portfolio and scattered the pictures over the table before them all. She watched anxiously as they looked at them. Ariche then took one of the pictures of a sculpture she had made from glass, glass that she herself melted and handled, it was dangerous but it worked out beautifully; it was displaying a waterfall. Lloyd took one that she did of a dog made by recycled skateboards, she had to first glue the wood together, carve the shape out and then sandpaper the wood in order for it to get a smooth surface and to apply some detail. Once she saw they all were looking at her work, she spoke up,
“I am someone who is intensely invested in art. Not the typical painting type art, but physical and moving art. Anything extraordinary. I wouldn’t have applied for the show if I didn’t think I had something to add to it, but I know I do. I like being as creative as possible with my art. I’ve been making art since I was nine years old and sculptures since I was thirteen. I am the extreme artist,” she said this with a sort of peace of mind. That’s who she was. She couldn't stop thinking about what art to make, or what could be made into art, it was a part of her.
“So, wait, you are a Landing, do you know Carla Landing? The painter?” the judge asked her. She turned towards him in surprise. She nodded slowly.
“Yeah, she’s my mom,” They all looked at each other and at the painting she had seen earlier.
“Okay, thanks,” Archie said. “We’re out of time, so you may go,”
“I don’t do art like her though, I’m my own person. Can I quickly show you something? I brought one of my sculptures,”
“Fine,” he said.
“Here,” pulling it out from her jeans pocket, she brought out a pencil. The graphite on the top was a carving of a key and chain, it was tiny. “I did this when I was in detention last year for the first time, under the desk,” They did look fascinated. Before he told her to leave again she decided she would let herself out. She walked towards the glass doors.
“Have a great day, and thanks for your time!” she shouted cheerfuly out to them as she went out of the room, she had no idea what the outcome would be, but she was so excited she could hardly wait.
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