Kevin
Kirstie raises her pierced eyebrow. There is a giant line in front of us for the audition.
-Let's start!, I say. Hi! What's your name?
-Leila. I'm 20 years old.
-Nice! And what are you going to sing?
-Halo, by Beyonce.
She doesn't look very confident, but I let her sing with a smile. She has a really cute voice, but it wouldn't fit with us.
-Thank you very much, I say. Next!
And it goes like this through the day. We heard really beautiful voices, but no one was better than Mitch, or even near.
-What did I say?, shout Scott at the end of the day. We'll never find someone like him.
-I know Scott, I reply, but now that he's dead, we have to move on. We'll find someone.
Hopefully someone who will make you smile, I say to myself.
-We should sleep now, tomorrow's going to be like today; exhaustive. Good night guys!
-Good night Avi!, Kirstie says.
And I go to sleep easily.
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Why did you do that? Scömìche fanfiction
FanfictionMitch is dead since 2 years. Scott's life is weird and sad without him. But what if Mitch wasn't really dead? What if he was still alive?
