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5. I am beyond shocked....

I am beyond shocked and I think it's a panic attack for real now.

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I am exhausted. School's over for the day and my willpower too. I have no energy left anymore. I am dragging myself from the classroom to the entrance at the front. It. Is. Exhaustive. Period.

And now, when my Bicycle is in a visible range, I gasp hard as I forgot I had to cycle my way home. Fuck this day. Nothing was good today. Except for the reunion of the soulmates. My besties. Talking about them, where are they? Did they not notice me almost passing out in the last period? Did they forget to accompany me to the end of the lane as always?

A sudden appearance of two bodies in front of me startles me and I jump. Again. The third time today and I swear if someone stuns me like this again, I'm gonna personally behead them. No help from my men.

Anyways, slim hands wrap around my shoulder, and I look up to see a smiling Riya gazing down at me.
"How did your auditions go?"

"I don't know. The results are not out yet and I don't think it went even decent. You know, the decent level of a performance, I don't think I even made up to that level." I sigh thinking about the auditions I gave last week on Wednesday and I remember the look in the judges' eyes even before I started. They were looking up and down my chubby, and short self and giving me a hand gesture to start my performance in a monotonous manner. Like they were bored to see any of what I had to offer. I panicked but still tried to do my best in the torturing thoughts I had.

And after I finished, they had this ' It was not up to the mark and you're not gonna be selected. Don't worry' kind of look. And I bowed to them like their country's cultural step and mumbled a quick "Thank you" in their language.

"Like I am surprised how do you even know three languages at this age? Like what did Aunty eat when she was pregnant? And how can you audition for dances and raps when I can't even move my leg to walk properly!"
Saloni says sighing.

"It's totally up to you what you want to do, if you love the work you're doing, you'll get it before you know it. And the main key is believing that you can do it. No matter the age, the experience, or even if no one is standing beside you. You just gotta gather your shit and help yourself.
Make it a major goal to make yourself presentable according to what you want. And struggle till you achieve it. No giving up in the middle but just some breaks."

"You're one hell of a philosopher Radha. But still, I am happy and proud of you to make it this far. And I bet knowing Korean, Hindi, and English will be beneficial for you in your future and the official documents of course." Riya says smiling and walking ahead of us.

I glance at her tall and slim stature and my pathetic small and chubby body and I can't compare. Today, everything's too much for me. It's a hectic day. I just don't want any problem now that I am proceeding to my literal peace, home.

"Did you apply for only Korean auditions? Or even to the other countries? And which activity category do you fill up your application?" Saloni asks looking me in my eyes. I can see that curiosity star twinkling in her eyes.

"Oh, I auditioned for Korean and Thai auditions but I think since I don't know much of the Thai language, I'm just eagerly waiting for the Korean Auditions result. And for the category, I checked up with the Dance and Rap category cause you know how I am crazy for them." I stated and glanced at Saloni who is now in deep thoughts.

"How good do you know Korean though? Like we can't judge because we don't know it. But still, the level?"
She again interrogates me as I open my locked cycle and head towards the lane we are about to part at.

"Just in the middle of a beginner and intermediate level, I guess because I can speak easy sentences and talk when there is a want. So that's a beginner complete and I am still practicing to go through some hard words and phrases and idioms etc. So, I think that's not intermediate till now."
She nods feeling satisfied with the knowledge I just gave her. But I'm still exhausted and tired as fuck.

As soon as the end arrives, we part and I get on my cycle to pedal to my destination.

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I wake up from my deep sleep. I slept just as I came home and changed my clothes. It was so relaxing sleeping after a tiring day. And now, I think I should check my emails first. They have been a really important part of my life lately. All the mails from different colleges, auditions, book sites, and other websites I apply for, come and u check them every day in the evening.
It's become a kinda habit now. I get up to grab a quick cup of coffee and sit down to read my mails.
"Let's see what's in here today," I mumble excitedly to check and get through the daily messages. As I get to the Auditions part, I notice the title "RESULT 2011" shining brightly on the top of the Bighit mail. I click anxiously to check this year's that I didn't expect to be decided this soon.

I click on the link, my hands trembling. I think I am going to have a panic attack right here.
1500 people from all around the world who've been selected. I scroll down the list of their names biting on my lips and my fingers crossed in the other hand.
I see "INDIA" in front of the name and slide my eyes in a straight line to it but find out it wasn't my name.
I still scroll more and get to the 1200s and I see "INDIA" once again.
"Please God. Please God." I utter in fear of seeing the result. Now, I peek at the name with my one eye open and the phone drops down on the bed.

I'm being delusional. It can't be true. I can't believe it. No.
I grab the phone fastly and check the name again and draw a straight line on the phone with my fingers to confirm it's the correct country name and I run almost tripping on the carpet. I search through the pile of my official documents and get a slip out to check if my Contestant number matches.
I get on the bed a little too hard cause it creaked. I match and rematch my number, name, and country's name at least ten times. And then the mobile drops again on the pile of papers on my bed.

It's really "RADHA SEN, DELHI" written here.

Oh my God.

Holy shit.

Satan. What's happening?

Am I dreaming? Is it true? I'm not delusional again, am I? I pinch myself and it hurts. It means it's true. What the fuck.!

Holy cow! I'm selected.

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So, what do you think about this one? Radha is selected!!!!
Her journey of the last few years will be described in the next one.
And what do you think she's going to do? What do you think the reaction of her parents will be? What is going to happen when Saloni, Riya, and someone get to know about this?

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