Soul Mate

Chapter 7

Lilly's P.O.V.

I was busy rehearsing my piece for my Julliard audition when my parents called me down to the phone. "Hello?" I ask when I take it from my mothers hand. "Yes, hello. Is this Lillian Gutierrez?" asked a lady's voice. "Yes this is she." "Miss Gutierrez, this is Amy Turner from Julliard. I understand that you had an audition scheduled for Monday correct?" she asks. I feel my heart sink into my stomach. Please no, don't let me lose this. "Yes ma'am that is correct." I reply with a shaky voice. "I was calling to see if you would like to move your audition up. We had an unexpected mishap with a applicant and have an earlier slot available." I finally breath, thank God it's just something like this. "Absolutely, when would my new time slot be?" I say excited. "It would be Saturday at nine in the morning." "Yes, yes I will be there." I say excited. "Very well, we will see you then Miss Gutierrez. Have a good day, goodbye." "Thank you, goodbye" I say hanging up the phone. I have to do everything in my power to not start jumping up and down in the kitchen. "What did they want sweetie?" my mom asks. When I turn, I see my entire family waiting with baited breath. "They had an applicant drop or something and they moved up my audition." I say excited. "To when?" my father asks, probably wanting to know what the new plan is. "That Saturday." I say clapping. "Of course it is!" Vivian yells before stomping upstairs. What is up with her I think, and then it hits me. Oh crap! Her concert is that day. "Lilly," my mom starts. "I know mom, but it's fine. I can do both. The interview will be around nine, and the audition will be after that. I should be done by noon. We can grab lunch before the show, and still make it. It'll be fine. I'll go tell her." I say, already heading for the stairs. I now understand what Vivi means when she says I only care about myself. I completely forgot my promise the moment Julliard was involved. But it all works out. I knock on her bedroom door. "Go away! You can't magically fix this!" she yells, knowing it's me. I don't even attempt to knock again, I just open the door, "Actually, I can fix this." I say stepping into her room. "How!? How can you possibly fix this?" "Because we can still go to the concert. My audition is in the morning. I can do my stuff, we can grab lunch, and then go to your show." I say sitting on her bed, holding out my pinky. She ignores it and throws her arms around me, "Thank you!" I roll my eyes, "I literally didn't do anything" We both laugh before I head back to my room. With less time to prepare I have to practice harder. This piece has to be perfect!