Even further flashback to show choir auditions for sixth grade!
I had signed up for a slot (do I remember the time? Hecks naw.) with three others. They are all friends with each other, and they showed up to the audition in beautiful dresses and cute sandals, with their long hair up in beautiful hairdos.
Me?
I was in leggings, a t-shirt, sneakers, and my kinda short hair in a ponytail.
Saying that I stuck out like a sore thumb would be an understatement.
My dad had driven me to the audition, and he kept telling me not to run and drink water (both of which you should do) while the three other girls made musical.lys as we waited for our turn. I didn't participate, as my unnaturally foul looks would scare anyone who saw it online.
Soon, we were allowed to begin our audition.
(PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO THROUGH THE AUDITION PROCESS. JUST READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER'S LESSON.)
It actually went better than my other audition, (previous chapter) and it also was way more uneventful.
