Trappped /Shawmila

Chapter 5

  I was fidgeting for at least an hour nonstop. Pacing around my room, I kept taking deep breaths. Today was a Saturday. Today was the day I would try out for the music club. I looked at my watch. Half an hour left. I had to leave the house in half an hour. Where the hell was Dinah? She was supposed to pick me up fifteen minutes ago. 

Suddenly, my mom barged into my room. She looked at my shaking hands and frowned. "Mila, honey, are you sure you're ready for this. I mean, I'll always stay proud of you because of even bothering to think of the idea." She said, looking at me with complete sympathy. 

I thought over it, feeling this sudden need to call Dinah and tell her I couldn't do it, but refused to let my fear take over me. "It's okay mom," I said, checking my phone again to see if Dinah called. She was always late. I could've driven there myself, but I knew better than to drive while I was anxious. " I have to face my anxiety some day, and even if it isn't today, its a start." I gave her a nervous smile. 

 My mother finally began to relax. " Well, if you need anything, know that I'm here okay?" She said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. She then left, leaving me a little less anxious. 

At least I was a bit anxious for a few seconds, until I realized that there were fifteen minutes left. I kept cursing Dinah inside my head. She is going to regret it later. I finally heard a car honking, and felt my body relax. I grabbed my phone, ran down the stairs and made my way out of the front door.

I saw Dinah in the car looking anxious. I gave her a glare as I went inside her Mercedes. There was a cold atmosphere in the car, and I wasn't just talking about the air conditioner. As soon as Dinah started the car, I gave her an even more scary glare. Yep, I gave her the 'mom glare'.

"Dinah," I said, in a semi-sweet voice. 

"Yes, ma'am?" Dinah said, probably hoping the sweetness in my tone would remain for the rest of the ride. 

" WHY THE HELL DID YOU MAKE ME WAIT SO LONG? CAN'T YOU SEE HOW NERVOUS I AM? YOU MADE ME TEN TIMES MORE NERVOUS!" I shouted, causing her to even be more scared. 

"Uhh.... well, I-" She seemed to freeze at the middle of the sentence, making me even more impatient. 

"Tell me Dinah," I said in a professional voice. " What is the meaningful excuse you have for being late today?"

"I overslept." She said, looking guilty. " I'm not used to waking up early on the weekends okay? I'm sorry." 

"You are forgiven," I said, but even she knew I didn't forgive people that easy. "However, you will need to pay for the next book I'm going to buy." I smiled, thinking of the next series I was going to read.

"Fine." She said, letting out a breath. "Now, how do you feel about the auditions, do you think you're ready?"

"Honestly, Dinah, I don't know."

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The school took credit for the club, but the auditions and practices were at one of the club leaders' basement. When we finally reached the house, I began being nervous again. I kept fidgeting with my hands. Dinah noticed.

"Camila, all you have to do is try. If it doesn't work out, I'll get you ice cream okay?" She talked to me as if I was a child. 

"Okay," I said, looking down at my watch. My eyes widened. "Dinah, I have no time for dramatic talks this time. I'm late!" I said making my way out of the car and running up to the front porch of the house as fast as I can. 

"Good luck, Mila!" Dinah said out of her open car window. I watched as her car disappeared. 

Gathering all my courage, I rung the doorbell. Waiting outside, thoughts began to scatter all over my mind. 

What if they couldn't hear the doorbell?

What if I auditioned and they hated my voice?

 What if I threw up?

What if I wanted to use the bathroom?

I began realizing that  I couldn't do this, that I couldn't audition, until the door opened. It was too late. I saw a familiar figure standing in front of me. 

" Hey, Camila. What are you doing here?" He asked in his regular sweet voice. However, as sweet as it may be, I was absolutely terrified. Out of all people this house belonged to, it had to be the most popular guy in the school. Not only was he popular, but he was also the guy I ran into a few days ago. 

"I c-came to audition." I said my hands still shaking. I pulsed my lips together. He probably would tell me that I was too much of a loser to audition, that I would make the club have a 'nerdy' reputation. However, I was surprised when he answered me in a normal way. 

"Sure, come on in." He said, opening the door for me. The house was not only massive, but beautiful from the inside. It was wonderfully decorated with many paintings that adjusted to the colors of the house. It had a modern feel to it. Wide windows showed lovely gardens. Shawn Mendes was rich. He then gestured to the staircase in the corner. 

As we went down the stairs, Shawn broke the silence. "So, Camila, what makes you think you have the talent to be in this club?"

"Well, I've always had a passion for singing ever since I was a child," I said in  quiet voice. "It is one of the only things I'm actually good at."

" It is just that I never pictured you as the preforming type of girl. You usually try to hide in the crowds. No offense, though." 

"Sadly, Shawn, you're absolutely right." I frowned. I didn't want to do this.  I can't escape now. 

Shawn seemed confused, but managed to not ask too many questions as we reached the basement.

Oh God.

I'm going to sing in front of all these people.

I'm going to audition. 

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There you go! I have made a longer chapter this time. Please tell me whether you like how this story is going in the comments:). I believe that there are about 20 chapters left for this story to end. I am going to begin rewriting it in a way so that all chapters are as long as this one. Then again, I will say what I always say to those who ask me about this story.

Expect the unexpected.