[a/n: if you decide to read this im truly apoligizing. Because I wrote this in my fetus years.]
Chapter 1
*Sarah's POV*
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
"Ugh stop beeping" I yelled.
When I finally opened my eyes and looked at the clock I screamed. It was 1:16 and my audition was today.
"I'm gonna be late" I shouted.
I got up and ran to my bathroom. I swiftly washed up and and straightened my hair. Then I put on some light makeup and some mascara and eyeliner. When I reached my closet I didn't know what to choose.
"Come on Sarah, come on think" I whispered.
I quickly grabbed my little black dress. As I slipped it on I grabbed a bright red belt. I put on flower print leggings and my black lace up doc martins. With a quick look at myself in the mirror, I felt like I was missing something. I quickly grabbed my red lipstick and applied some. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. With a quick look at the clock, I ran down the stairs.
"Bye mom, my auditions are today" I said as I quickly grabbed some oj.
"Ok sweetie good luck" my mom replied.
And with that I was out the door. As I reached my bright red convertible mustang. I heard my neighbor open her house door.
"Good Morning Mija" shouted Mrs Santos
"Good Morning" I replied back
"Good luck with your auditions, our family will be watching and voting for you" she said with a smile
"Thank You Mrs Santos. I appreciate that a lot" I said as I pulled out of the driveway.
So with that I was off, to pursue my dream of becoming a professional singer.
But what I didn't know is that later on love would make me choose.
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