The bus felt like an armpit. I remembered immediately why I don't like public transportation. The stench of body odor and the feeling of sweat in the air is not a wonderful mixture. Not wanting to sit down, I stood in the aisle, letting an elderly woman sit in the last seat. See? I am a nice person sometimes!
The bus stop was a little ways from the house that I would be autitioning at, so when I got off, I quickly set off in the correct direction. The neighborhood seemed really nice. It was a little ways outside Sydney and not super crowded, but it was still very nice. There was a light breeze ruffling my hair, and I was greatful for it, moving around the usually stagnant air. For the first time in a while, there was a skip in my step as I trekked down the sidewalk towards my unknown location.
I found the address, staring at a small-ish house with a garage. In the ad, I remember reading that the auditions would be in the garage. I ventured around the side of the building, finding a door leading into it. I knocked lightly on this mysterious door, a little nervous. I bounced on my toes a bit like an athlete before a big game. I shook out my hands, preparing myself for what lay ahead. I heard a light stomping before the door swung open, revealing a boy with dark blonde hair that was ruffled over towards one side of his head. A gigantic dimpled smile spread across his face as he realized that I was standing there. Also, he was wearing a horrible purple shirt.
"Hello!" he cheered with a wave. I smiled back at him.
"Hi, I'm here to audition as a keyboard player," I said, but it almost sounded like a question.
"Does he look as awful as the rest of them played, Ashton?" I heard a voice say from inside the garage. The boy, Ashton, gave me a sympathetic smile before grabbing my hand unsuspectedly.
"She looks much different than the others," he replied while swinging me into the room. Before me sat three boys. One had blonde hair with epic fringe and a confused look, the other was shorter with almost black hair and a sweet, squishy face. Finally, the third one seemed more serious. His blonde hair was pushed over to one side, and he seemed to be contemplating the situation at hand.
Me, apparently.
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A Drop in the Ocean
FanfictionShe didn't want to move to Australia. It meant leaving behind everything. Including her mom. It meant that things were changing.
