Voiceless

The Start

"That was a wonderful performance you've done, Miss Cabello." The man in a suit said. The young girl on the stage took a bow.

"Thank you." She pettily said and took another bow.

A judge, in his mid 30's, hummed. "How do we put this. We all here think that you can sing. You have the potential to be a great artist but we also think that this isn't for you. This audition isn't meant for you." He then pointed his pencil to the young girl as he elaborated more of his thoughts to her audition.

"Well, atleast I tried," the young girl chuckled lightly. "There are still chances out there"

The three judges nodded on her optimism. "Your understanding could help you discover your dreams or even reaching it." One of the judges commented.

"Thank you." She smiled and turned away. She felt her eyes growing heavy and getting teary but she just shrugged it off and wiped it, leaving the stage.

The young girl went out of the building, got her bike out of the locks and paddled away, going towards her apartment.

***

She got off and parked her bike on the bicycle rack which isn't that far from her apartment building. She then starts walking towards her apartment.

She passed by Mrs. Buffin, "how's the audition Camila? Did you get in?" asked by the lovely old woman. She drank her coffee from her favourite pink mug with a red heart design as she tends her flowery plants.

"Well, it didn't go as planned." Camila said and fixes her scarf and stopped her tracks. She then faces towards the driveway of Mrs. Buffin's house.

"Can I come in? I hope you don't mind." She asked as she puts her two tiny hands on the pocket of her jacket to warm off her hands.

" Of course, Honey!" The cheerful old lady then leads Camila to the living room which warm and the fair place is cozy. "Let me get that coat of yours." Camila took off her coat and gave it to Mrs. Buffin placed it on her coat rack.

"So tell me dear, what happened?" Mrs. Buffin questioned she puts sugar cubes to Camila's cup of hot chocolate.

Camila thank the old woman. "Well, it didn't go as I've expected it to be. I thought I could go pass on the auditions since I trained myself well." She muttered softly.

"Well, the world is full of surprise. Maybe you're still not ready for that surprise, dear" Mrs. Buffin tried to comfort Camila as she sipped her chocolate. She then winks at her.

"Well, I hope so." Camila twitches her lips in a small smile and gazed at the cup of chocolate.

***

"That was fantastic, Ms...?" the judge waits for Camila's answer as he played with his pen.

"Cabello. I'm Camila Cabello." She answered and finger combed her bangs to the back.

"Your performance is astounding," the judge complimented. "But there is a slight problem with it. Do you know what is?"

"I don't really know what's wrong with it." She answered.

"Ms. Cabello, you do not know how work with your emotions towards a song. Don't get me wrong, you know how to put emotions into a song but it isn't fitting. What you're playing is inteneded to bubbly, lively but yours is too dejected, too depressed," the judge pulls off a sad smile, "You are talented but this is not your calling."

Camila bowed and walked away slowly, tightly gripping the microphone.

I could do better, I promise. She swears to herself.

She picked up her bag and glances to the mirror. She fixes herself and muttered, "There are still other auditions out there. Don't give up, Camila." She then pulled off a heart-warming smile.

She walked out of the studio where the audition has been held and set her journey to her workplace. Luckily, the job she applied for is near to the studio.

She got in into the workplace through the back door and puts her stuff on a locker which is designated for her. She then changes into her work uniform.

"Good morning." Camila greeted her co workers as she passed by them and beamed a smile at everyone. Camila is a barista at a local coffee shop on their town but is still visited by lots of people to have a coffee or just relax.

"Looks like someone woke up on the right side of the bed." The manager, Sofia, said as she checked in the work station where Camila is, refilling the machine with coffee beans.

"To be honest, I didn't get a good sleep since last week." Camila muttered as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"Well, tell me honey, why do you look so happy every day?"

"We may have our problems but these problems must be keep to yourself and leave it alone in your house and be happy. You should not make someone's day unhappy just because you're feeling low." Camila replied and then she organized the cup by its sizes.

"That's a good advice to keep," Catherine, one of her co workers, said as she finished brewing two caramel lattes. "Camila, could you do me a favour and send this to table five?"

"No problem," Camila answered and took the tray. She then went on to table five. "Here are your caramel lattes, sir" she said as she handed down the cups.

The man thanked her and continued reading his book. Camila returned to the counter and continue with her work