A/N: Ivy Lynn is tired of being in the chorus. When she finds out about Tom and Julia's new Marilyn musical she will do just about anything to get what she wants. Told from Ivy's perspective, this is the story of a journey through the making of a broadway musical.
So this is my very first fanfic. I hope you like it and I would really appreciate if you would review it. It will be eventual Ivy/Derek so if you are wildly opposed to that, it is probably not the story for you. This will probably end up being extremely long (I wrote 6 chapters just based around the pilot) so bear with me and try not to get bored out of your brain. It follows the show pretty closely thus far but it might go a little AU later on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smash.
Ivy stood up and gathered her things, stomach churning. She'd thought that auditioning would get easier somewhere along the way but it hadn't. Every time she set foot in an audition room her legs turned to jelly and she was met with the sudden urge to puke. Not that she would ever let the panel know that. She took a deep breath before walking through the open door.
"Hey guys," she called as she set down her bags.
"So do you want the ballad or the uptempo first?" she smiled with a well-honed air of easy confidence as she quickly stripped off her jacket. Underneath she was wearing a flimsy black tank top she hoped was reminiscent of 1920's Chicago. They were looking for a replacement Roxie to be in the ridiculously long-running revival and Ivy knew she could play the part to a tee. She'd spent hours over the past week poring over bootlegs and sheet music making sure she did everything perfectly, even squeezing in a few Fosse dance classes because god knew Heaven on Earth wasn't exactly subtle in all it's duck driven glory. Not that she wasn't grateful to have a steady job, but she thought she might go mad if she spent another year parading around in feathers and sparkles.
"Uptempo, please" came the answer from behind the casting table. She knew the entire artistic team, of course. After all she'd been in the show ten years ago. In the ensemble. Although they didn't seem to remember her, giving her that squinty face that meant "I know you, but I don't know where I know you from." She hated that. It was one of the worst parts of the business. You got into performing because you loved to be loved and then you spent most of your career being a nameless, faceless. Her life was like the fucking Chorus Line.
Ivy shook her head slightly and forced herself to focus on the task at hand. 16 bars to convince them she could play Roxie Hart. She'd chosen "Cabaret" as her audition song. Same composer with the potential to be a great acting song when placed in her capable hands. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was Sally Bowles. She had just aborted her baby and now she was breaking down while frantically trying to make it appear like she was alright. Connectable material for Ivy, at least to a certain degree. She didn't need even to force the tears forming in her eyes as she belted out the last notes.
And then she was back on earth. She was Ivy Lynn being escorted out of the room following a quick "Thanks. We've seen enough." On the way out she heard whispers from behind the table.
"Fantastic voice, but she doesn't have the body for the part."
Yep, this was the life.