2 months later.....
"Hi, my name is Ally, I'm seventeen years old, I just graduated high school, and all my life I've always wanted to be a country singer!" I exclaimed. Today, was my audition to this expensive singing school/college that my grandfather wants me to go because he doesn't like me. Since he doesn't even want to look at me, my grandfather would rather pay for me to go away.
He believed I'm the reason his retarded ass son, my father, never came home. He believed I was the reason because my dad didn't want a daughter or children for that matter. Which is bullshit.
I can't make a bitch go incognito, bitch I'm not a magician.
The place where I am auditioning at is a warehouse(which is tacky as hell). This warehouse is a spacious, well-divided area, that is mostly noisy with auditions. When they called my name I didn't hear anything. I couldn't because some of these bitches couldn't sing or voice act. A tall woman grabs me out me chair, standing me to my feet. Then she processed to walk off. I follow the stern woman who man-handled me to a much more quite area. Wait, what am I doing back here?
"You were in wrong area." The women said as if she was reading my mind. She had more or less a Russian accent, which surprised me. "You needed to be in freshman area." I guess she never learn how to use the word 'the' in a sentence.
"I'm sorry," I said shyly. She scared my damn voice away, making this feel like the longest walk to hell in history. When we finally arrived in the room, she open the door for me. I walked in and the wooden door hit me in the back causing major nerve pain. What a bitch.
There were three judges sitting at a rectangular table, like the judges you see on American Idol. Oh, I've I always wanted to audition there, but I always felt I've never had the talent to do so.
I stood in the circle in the middle of the floor. One of the judges, eyed me in anticipation or what I think is anticipation. Another one eyed me with disgust, I guess I'm not up to his standards on looks. The last, the only female on the panel, shuffled some papers around until she found the one she was looking for. She rose her head.
"Okay Ally..." She looked me up and down. "So... what are you going to do for us today, sir?", She asked with a smile. Her smile was so big and toothy, it was as if she wasn't being shady.
"Ma'am, I'm a girl." I address. "I'm going to sing 'Another Sad Love Song' by Toni Braxton." She looks sad. "I'm sorry." she said. "You can start singing now."
I sung my heart out, so much as so I started to think about my mother. I thought about how proud she would be to see me like this. I sung so hard that I forgot I was auditioning, I slowly open my eyes that I didn't know I had close tightly until now. The judges all had different looks, all that were drastically different, and what I had hoped for.
The first judge I mention, expression turn from anticipation to satisfaction. His satisfaction look was amazingly creepy, it was so creepy that even a person like me would be uncomfortable. The second judge's expression turns from disgust to mesmerized. He was so mesmerized that he forgot that he wanted to not like me. Of course, that expression turns back cold in the matter of seconds. Shady bitch is over there crying her eyes out. Her red sweater's sleeves is smeared with liquid mascara. I think they liked me, they really liked me. Ha!
"I think that we can all agree, that she is what this school needs! Ally Tabien, welcome to the academy, I hope we can nurture and grow your beautiful voice. " Shady bitch spoke and they all nod their heads in agreement.
No loopholes? No "you're on the waiting list"? No, we'll call back another time? Either I have that much talent or this school really needs the extra help. I mean I was so nervous that didn't even bring Shelby, my guitar, and these people ate out the palm of my hands.
Wasn't this a little too easy?
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Another Sad Love Song
Teen FictionSo this is how it is, Shelby is the love of my life. I ain't sucking no dick for what I want. Got it? Never in my life have I stoop so low, and never will. I AM AN ARTIST. You have a nice life, ya hear? Oh and another thing, I don't want to be no p...