Me, Her, & The Moon #girlxgirl

C2

Kya

Today, I have an audition.

I really enjoy playing guitar; it's basically my life. I'm also sick at violin. My brother plays sax and piano, but he's not even close at either of them to how good I am.

I don't really know what happened to my parents. I try to avoid thinking about them, but sometimes, it just comes up. Like now. They always came to my musical events, shows, and auditions. I want to be a musician when I grow up, or maybe an astronaut. I have no idea why, but I'm kind of obsessed with the moon.

Forcing myself off of my mattress, I pull off my nightgown and put on a bra and a white shirt. I then slip on black leggings and brown leather lace-up boots. Over it all, I put on a denim jacket. 

Walking into my bathroom, I brush my long, brown, curly hair and sweep it into a bun. And now, the finishing touch. A red bandana like a headband.

I've worn that thing since the day I moved here. I got it for Christmas two months before it all happened four years ago. I was ten then. I'm fourteen now.

I've had several concerts before in my life, but this audition... if I get past, my musical career will be solidified. I can sing, too, and in one of my songs, I am. I'm not that good, but I want to show them everything I've got.

Grabbing my guitar, I sling it over my shoulder and pick up my violin. I have homework that I did last night before I came home. Finally, it's the weekend.

I hop on the city bus and pray that I won't fail this morning. I have far too much to do. Far too much. I need this opportunity.

I step up to the front of the bus once we get to my stop. "Thanks," I say to the bus driver, hurrying out onto the pavement. It's still raining. Great. This is what I get for living in Seattle, again.

The wide open door welcome me. I easily find the performance hall of The Paramount and step inside. I'm late, so the first singer should start now.

And that's when I see her.

Light pink hair, light skin, maybe a couple of freckles. She just pulled away from some boy with dark hair. Great. She must be straight. Why can't I find any gay girls cute?

She turns to the long line in front of her, shaking a bit and humming a song. The boy walks away, taking the baby she was holding in her arms seconds ago. No way. She's way too young to have a kid of her own!! That has to be a younger brother, right?

I try to force my mind away from the pink-haired girl. I've had maybe ten crushes before in my life, two of them were on first sight. I don't know what gets me about this girl. It's not the pink hair, but it's almost certainly the fact that she's about to audition  in The Paramount.

I begin to hum a song that I always hum when I'm anxious. It's the only reason why I'm alive. In the car, when mom died, I was listening to that song, and it gave me the strength to pull my brother out when the bridge collapsed.

By the time I'm done humming it twice through, the girl walks onto the stage.

"Hello, my name is Leann, and I'm going to be singing 'Can't say I never loved you' by Melanie Fiona for you tonight."

When she opens her mouth, it's like the heavens are opening and spreading light upon my face.

Her voice is more pure than a crystal glass.

Leann

I am going to die. I get on the stage and appear in front of the judges. They look absolutely bored. No matter what it takes I have to see that look of interest gleam in their eyes.

"Hello, my name is Leann, and I'm going to be singing 'Can't say I never loved you' by Melanie Fiona"

I open my mouth to sing when one of the judges speaks up. "There is a mic for you to use" She says, pointing to the very front of the stage.

"Oh I don't need it" I smile and open my mouth, watching as she jots down notes. I've seen this a lot, Judges automatically write: 'not loud enough' only because I don't do mics.

I start it off strong, loud and bold. Heads bolt up from the back of the crowd. Eyes dart to me. Then I put more soul and spirit into my singing. My mother always used to say that the bigger your spirit, the bigger your voice, and the bigger your voice, the stronger your life.

I watch the same Judge stare at me while she violently crosses out her notes from before. The other two Judges are also staring at me as they try to take notes. I add the cherry by adding emotion and heart to my voice.

Scanning the crowd I notice a few people stand out: Obviously Luke, who is grinning like the bank gave him 40 million dollars. Toby, who is giggling and smiling. And a girl, her mouth hanging and eyes sparkling. She looks like she is just about to pass out. She looks very beautiful: Dark chocolate skin, curly brown hair with the most crimson bandana tied on it like a headband, her lips curved into a bright light rose, eyes sparkling. We make eye contact and her eyes widen, she blushes the most beautiful color and looks away.If heaven had angels she would be one.

I end my last note and an eruption of claps echos throughout the theater. There are some standing ovations here and there. The girl in the crowd is one. Luke is another, holding up Toby's hand with a bright smile. I smile back and look at the judges for my dismissal.

"Thank you, Leann," a male judge says, putting down his pen.

"No, thank you for taking the time to hear me!"A beaming smile spreads across my face and I began to walk off.

"Oh, Leann, do you mind giving us a last name...Just so we can contact you...faster?" The third Judge asks.

"Michaels, Leann Michaels," I say.

Luke meets me and hands me Toby as we go sit down in the crowd. I look behind me. My eyes meet with someone across the room. They're hers. She was looking at me and It gave me the good feeling in my chest...the good butterflies.