Song: COCONUT PERFUME - Ray Laurél
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I'm sitting down on a chair backstage staring at my reflection in the shiny black floor as a woman comes up to talk to me.
She looks proffessional, wearing a tight black skirt and a grey blouse, with her hair pinned up in a perfect looking bun.
"Your outfit looks incredible honey, what's your name?" She asks in an incredibly smooth sounding voice.
"Calla Sanders." I respond.
"Perfect, come with me hun." She says, her terms of endearment and calming voice practically washing away all of my nerves.
"Who are you?" I ask her.
"I run the show, but I mostly just help backstage because everybody tells me that I'm good at calming people down." She responds.
I nod my head repeatedly while still following behind her. "They're right."
She chuckles and then finally stops walking. We are on the other side of the stage now and there is a line of people who are easily recognizable as contestants.
There are also a surprising amout of people dressed like fish.
"Stand at the back. We announce the names in aphabetical order, so that should be your spot. If the order is wrong don't worry, just go out when we say your name." She assures before wishing me good luck and walking away to help more people.
Suddenly everything feels so... real. I'm starting to think that I chose the wrong passion because my stomach feels like it's tied in knots and I have no way to untie them. I'm starting to breathe faster subconsiously but I remember what my sister always used to do to help me stop crying.
My face would be covered in tears, and I would be gasping for air but she kept completely calm. "Smell the flower," she would say as she held her hand open in front of my face. So i would inhale through my nose. "blow out the candle." She would put down all but her pointer finger and hold it in front of my face as i exhaled through my mouth.
Smell the flower. Blow out the candle.
Smell the flower. Blow out the candle.
My breathing is back to normal and I open my eyes to an incredible sight.
Miles is walking towards me wearing what looks to be a lifeguard outfit but leveled up with all sorts of shells and strings of beads. He has a pearl necklace and rings on most of his fingers which I can't stop staring at.
He stops right behind me and my breathing picks up again.
Torren. We're in alphabetical order I should have realized before, he's right after me.
Smell the flower. Blow out the candle.
I'm breathing normally again but before I can even begin to think, I hear the same man that announced the theme this morning talking to the audience and explaining the show.
By the time he is finished and he starts announcing the names I'm somewhat calm because the audience is fairly quiet.
The man told them not to clap until the very end so they are almost entirely silent as the first couple people walk up.
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