The Battle

Azalla's Rejection

♀♫Azalla's POV♫♀

"My name is Azalla. It's Hebrew, and means 'aided by God'. I'm a Christian and that directly inspires my life and my music. I have a passion for music and want to see people happy. That's why I am here." I replied into the microphone, in answer to the lady judge's question of what my name was and telling a little bit about myself.

The lady judges eyes flickered like hot coals and she looked like she might start breathing fire at any moment. Apparently she had not liked the answer that I had given her.

The male judge next to her shoved his chair backwards, sending it clattering to the floor. He stormed out cursing under his breath. Well... one thing is for sure.... I never expected that response.

The third judge, another man with dark eyes, stared me through. "You can leave now." His voice was hard as rock, and just as smooth.

"I didn't even get to sing my song." I objected, loudly, clutching my guitar neck a little tighter turning my knuckles white.

"We've heard enough," The third judge said through clenched teeth.

Before I had another chance to object, the second storming judge comes back with two large men. Bouncers. Seriously? I'm an ant compared to those elephant men. They look like one touch would snap my bones in two.

"Fine. I'll go." I breath out a sigh. But as I do I strum the guitar and start singing 'Hear I Am To Worship' at the top of my lungs. I walk out like I have won the fight. One of the bouncers pushes me into the unforgiving brick wall, just as I'm about to exit this awful building. I turn in an effort to save my guitar, and my face crashes against the wall.

Pain crashes through me, but I find myself running from the building and to the nearby sandy beach. My feet feel like they are being dragged down by the wet sand, but I don't care. I finally set down by the waves lightly lapping at the store and try to find just a little bit of calm.

I can smell the blood on my face, and from the feel of it, I will have a bruise around my eye and nose area. I don't think anything is broken, I praise God for that in this God forsaken area I have found myself in today.

This isn't my first rejection in a scenario like this. Although to be honest, this is the first time I wasn't allowed to even sing or was caused any bodily harm. At least the other times, I was kindly told that I was not what they were looking for. I could live with that. I'd live with this time too, it would just be a bit different in the coping department.

Maybe it's crazy to think, but I dream of finding a place where I can sing and people won't be practically spitting on me or tossing me out like yesterday's trash. All because of my name and my love for God. I guess I just have to keep pressing on, because with God I am able.

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