He groaned, gritting his teeth and trying to cover his ears, to block out the chittering, chattering sound above him. The high trills and tap-tap-tap on the floor. Open auditions. Hehated open auditions. They drew out the worst of the worst, and subjected him to days of listening to untalented hacks try and prove they could sing and could dance and could act. Most of them couldn’t. And sometimes, those that couldn’t cried and wailed as they were ushered out of the building. Open auditions meant he had no rest whatsoever.