Everything is going to change, right in this moment. Some serious shit is about to go down, whether it be good or bad.
Seeing that sign for American Idol auditions gave me hope. It made me rethink my whole predicament, and a decision was eventually made. I left that terrible life in the dust, and took a drive down to Detroit for the audition. Like everything else in my life, I did it all by myself. It's a sense of relief, knowing that nobody helped me do this. It is me, myself, and I. It always has been.
Sitting in this audition room is insane. The room is filled with chatter and singing, and everyone is buzzing about their audition. Endless amounts of people have come and gone, with a select bunch coming out with yellow tickets to Hollywood.
I just hope for one of those people to be me.
Being the awkward individual that I am, I'm sitting alone in the back corner of the room. Everybody else seems to have someone to talk with, making me feel even more like a loner. But I'm used to it. People don't typically want to come up and have a conversation with me, so it is perfectly okay. Besides, who needs a friend when I have my guitar? That is enough for me.
A producer came out, ready to announce another audition number. "54786, come with me."
Dammit. I just want them to call my number so that I can get rid of the stupid nerves. I am tired of waiting. The only thing that is keeping me patient is the fact that this might be worth it. The judges could give me three yeses, sending me on my way to Hollywood. However, it may not work out, and they could send me right back home. I just need to wait and see.
"You seem lonely..." a girl with perfectly straight brunette hair said, sliding into the chair next to me.
I shrugged, strumming at my guitar. "I'm not, really."
"Well, I'm here to talk to you." She folded her hands in her lap. "I'm Christina, nice to meet you."
Smiling shyly, I set my guitar aside. "Hi... I'm Avery."
Christina seems really nice, and I feel so bad that I am acting so incredibly shy. Opening up to people is difficult for me, and hopefully this experience will allow me to work on that. Life involves at least some kind of social skills, which I severely lack. After Sam left, I completely closed myself off from the other people around me. Being bullied at school didn't help much with that, either.
"You nervous?" Christina asked.
"Sort of. I'm trying to tell myself that it will work out, for the sake of thinking confidently." I said.
She nodded. "I understand. Music is my absolute passion, so I'm praying that this works out."
"Me too." I said with a nod.
The girl from before came back out, waving her yellow ticket in the air like a maniac. Her family rushed up to hug her, and screamed things like: "congrats!" and "I knew you could do it!". It makes me happy, yet sad that something like that won't happen to me. Nobody is going to come running to me, grabbing me for a group hug. It is going to be beyond awkward, when I come out. I will come out either crying my eyes out, or waving around a yellow ticket. Either way, no one will be there for me. Biting my lip, I looked down at my worn down converse.
When I pictured this moment in my head as a kid, I imagined that Sam would be here beside me. If only...
Sighing, I picked up my guitar from the ground beside me. Just as I did, the producer called out another number. "6701, come along."
"That's you, that's you!" Christina said, enthusiastically tapping my arm repeatedly.
I rose to my feet shakily, strolling past the large group of hopefuls, and to the door. My stomach is in my throat, and my heart feels like a drum beating against my rib cage. Thump, thump. The speed of my heartbeat matches my footsteps, creating a steady beat in my head.
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Flashlight (Sam Woolf)
Hayran Kurgu"I will always care for you, even if we're not together and even if we're far, far away from each other."
