Something Special

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"One step back and two steps forward, Sometimes I can't help but say, We're making history." - Around the World and Back By State Champs

I did it.

As I looked at the piece of paper, I couldn't believe the words that were printed in black and white ink. I had did it.

Dear Hudson:

We are pleased to announce that you have been selected as a participant of the first ever season of America's Next Top Music Star. All who are involved are excited to start this journey with you. It is sure to be fun, but most importantly, full of hard work.

Please be prepared for corresponded after this letter has reached you to get everything that we need on our end.

We are excited to meet you in New York.

Congrats!

Shaun Marlow

Executive Producer

America's Next Top Music Star

Three weeks ago, with my best friend in tow, I had auditioned for a new music competition show. In tow is probably the wrong word choice. Amelia was the one who wanted to audition for this show. We had driven to Nashville, blaring One Direction songs gearing up for what could be the opportunity of a lifetime. The entire hour long drive on the interstate she went on and one telling me about the song she was going to be singing for the producers. It was some 90's pop ballad that fit her voice range perfectly, and she had practiced hours and hours before we had left. During the drive I had even heard her humming along to the tune.

I on the other hand hadn't thought much of what I was going to sing until the night before. My mother and I had sat at my kitchen table, preparing the dinner I was making for our weekly family dinner, and she had asked. It shocked her that I, ever the planner had not decided what I was going to sing before producers. What had shocked me was that my mother, one of the most sensible persons I know, was totally okay with me auditioning for the contest. She was normally one to just stick to conformity, and follow a black and white plan for the average joe, but she was the one who actually pushed me into auditioning with Amelia.

We arrived at the Music City Center, and parked in one of the only parking spots we had found. If we hadn't found a spot here, we would have had to park in a lot and walked further, and Amelia would have had the opportunity to complain about how her heels were killing her feet. Our day was off to a great start. Amelia whipped her bright orange camaro in with no big hoopla. It sat between an Escalade with out of town plates, and a jacked up Dodge truck. The older model car didn't seem to fit the aesthetic of this floor in the parking garage. She didn't mind, she drove her dream car, down to the sparkling hubcaps.

The entire walk from the parking garage she fussed over her black dress and how her silver blonde hair fell just right, not covering the low cut back of her dress. When she tired of that, she would move to my burgundy hair, groaning and muttering how she couldn't believe I hadn't taken her advice in not coloring my hair that color. I think it suited my skin tone just fine, no matter how much she complained about it. She did leave my outfit alone. My mom and I had spent a lot of time, even had to FaceTime with my sister to make sure that the jeans weren't "too tight". That was my mom's big concern.