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Just for Now

"Adam Phelps!"

Adam wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and stood up. His stepmom gave him two thumbs up and a huge grin, revealing the lipstick smeared on her teeth. He made himself smile back at her before he followed the PA into the audition.

"Introduce yourself and what you'll be singing," the PA instructed, directing him to a microphone. Adam nodded and crossed the room to stand at the mic.

"My name is Adam Phelps. I'm 16 and I'm from Westboro, Missouri," Adam said. "I'm going to sing um," he could barely see the faces of the four men who were sitting across the room. "Revelation Song," he took a deep breath. Had he really just said "um" in his audition?

"Thank you, Adam," one of the men said. "You may begin."

His music started, cueing him to sing. Adam tried to put everything he could into his performance but it was hard when he knew they would stop him any second. He'd lost count of the number of auditions he'd done so far but they all ended after about 30 seconds.

When Adam reached the end of the song he was almost ready to pass out. Why hadn't they stopped him? Was this a trick?

"Thanks for that, Adam," a different man said. "Can you tell us how you picked that song?"

"It shows my vocal range and they didn't think anyone else would be singing it," Adam said. "My agent and stepmom, I mean."

"Is it a song you have a strong personal connection with?"

"Well, I'm a Christian, so I guess so," Adam hadn't really thought about that before. "Does that matter?"

"You tell us," the first man who'd spoken said. "Are you only interested in doing Christian music or are you okay with regular pop music?"

"I'm definitely okay with that," Adam nodded. "I love to sing, I don't really care what I sing. Well, I mean, I care, I wouldn't want to sing about um, anything weird or illegal."

"Weird?"

"Yeah, you know, I want to be on the radio and whatever, I don't want to have like a small group of strange fans or anything," Adam realized too late that he was rambling. And he'd said um again. "Not that I'm in this for fame, I mean. I just want to sing and have people like it."

"Just by weird do you mean-" the second guy started to speak but he never got to finish his question.

"Thank you, Adam," the man at the end of the table cut him off. "You can have a seat in the waiting room."

"Thank you," Adam gave them a quick nod and rushed back to where his stepmom was sitting.

"Well?" she looked so hopeful.

"I don't know," Adam sat down. "They said to wait."

"Oh, that has to be a good sign," she whispered. "You were in there a long time."

"I got through the whole song," Adam whispered back. That had never happened before, not even once.

"Let's pray," his stepmom grabbed his hand before he could stop her. She bowed her head and started praying - out loud.

Adam dropped his head but he kept his eyes open. It wasn't that he had anything against praying but the room was almost full and he felt like everyone was staring at them.

Really, there was only one person looking - another guy who, like the others waiting to audition, looked about his age. He turned away as soon as Adam made eye contact with him. Adam could feel his face turning red.

"Brent Masters?"

The guy who'd been looking at Adam stood up. Adam tried not to but he caught himself looking as the guy, Brent, walked away. He was dressed in the same skinny jeans and t-shirt as almost everyone else there but for some reason he looked different. Maybe it was the way he walked? Adam wasn't sure.