A Dozen Reasons

Chapter 8- Audition

"Jasmine...mija, you're going to be late." My dad said knocking on my door.

I peeked open an eye from underneath my cover, and checked my alarm clock. 7:15 am.

I threw the blankets off of me, and jumped out of bed like a ninja.

I quickly looked through my closet for something to wear.

I found a pink sun dress that had light green lace on the borders, a mini light washed jean jacket, and a pair of pink metallic sandals.

After finding an outfit, I ran into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and brushed my hair.

I rapidly got dressed, snatched my sheet music from my keyboard, and ran downstairs.

I passed my dad, who was straightening his tie, to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Dad." I put two slices of bread in the toaster, and turned around to watch him.

"Good morning, Jay." He was now straightening out his jacket. Afterward, he walked into the kitchen and kissed the top of my head.

The toast was ready, so I instantly spread jam on it, and handed a slice to my dad.

My dad prepared a glass of orange juice for me and a coffee cup to-go for him.

I gulped down my orange juice, and ate my toast.

Once I finished, I placed the glass into the sink. "Come on, Dad, we're going to be late."

He finished off his toast and grabbed his coffee.

I glanced at my watch, 7:22 am.

"Oh, man, I'm going to be late." I grabbed my jean messenger bag, and threw it across my shoulders.

We headed out, dad locked the door from behind.

My dad unlocked the car door, and we both climbed in.

I let out a big sigh of relief.

Okay, what's going on? Almost a week has passed, and, well, today was the big audition to the school of arts. I was so nervous; my heart was in my throat.

I tried to calm myself down.

"Are you nervous, honey?"

"Yeah, a little bit." Complete understatement.

"No matter what, I will still be proud of you," my dad said happily.

I gave him a quick smile, "Thanks, Dad."

We were both quiet afterward, allowing me to sink into my thoughts.

I remembered my mom's words, "No matter where I am, I'll always love you, and will always be proud of you."

In all the rush, I still remembered to grab the bracelet my mother gave me.

I wonder what she would have said if she were here?

"Break a leg, mija. Wait...since you're playing piano wouldn't it be 'break a wrist' or something like that."

I smiled. It would be my mom to say something that crazy. I mean who would wish their daughter to break a wrist?

I silently laughed.

"We're here." We came to a stop. The school kind of looked like the one in Fame the recent version, but newer.

"Mija, I have to go to work, call and let me know of anything. Okay?"

I nodded, "Okay, dad."

He gave me a big smile, "Break a wrist!"