Broadway Audition
by Azure Brandi

I emerge into the elevator. An old man tries to come in with me. I let him – he’s too geriatric and, I think, too gay to attempt anything. We go up to the same floor. I am heading up to a Broadway audition. Not a dance audition, not an acting audition. A movement audition. I have not encountered one of these before. I consider myself a mover. My interest is piqued.