The Stargazers

1

Hope. That was the one thing I had as I stepped onto the auditorium stage. Each row was empty, besides the eleventh row, where an older man, who everyone in the school knew was blind but the best piano player named Bucky, sat with a notebook and a pencil. I stopped in front of the microphone, adjusting it to my height since I was a short person.
"What song you sing?" The man asked me.
"Um, Somewhere Over the Rainbow from-from the Wizard of Oz." I spoke, my voice accidentally cracking. I paused, glancing around the auditorium in a way to release the nerves in my stomach.
"Get going." Bucky said, echoing the words that my driving instructor told me last summer when I couldn't get over a speed bump on my first day and when I didn't drive fast enough on the interstate on my last day. I began to sing, closing my eyes to imagine my family in front of me instead of Bucky. The moment I ended, I opened my eyes and fast walked off of the stage. Half way to my math class, I remembered that I forgot to give Bucky my name. Oh well, not going to get into this glee club, show choir thing anyway, I thought to myself. I found into my first period class, picking a seat in the back and away from the popular kids in the front. Slowly, as the day went on, I thought more and more about that silly paper that would have determined my entrance to the group I tried out for. As I left my last period class, I walked to the auditorium to clear my head.
Inside, it was dark enough that I tripped and ended up falling into one of the cushioned chairs. Weirdly, the stage light were on and a microphone was set up in the middle of the stage. Drenched in the stage lights was none other than the most brooding and awful guy ever: Casper Storm. Word has it he was in jail for three months last year because he stole a priceless car. But there he was, standing on the stage in his black clothing and leather jacket. And ready to sing.
"Alright who's next?" Bucky said.
"Casper Storm." The boy shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.
"What are you singing?"
"Imagine by John Lennon." I internally scream because the oldies was my favorite. Casper began to sing with the most amazing tenor voice I had ever heard. After hearing him stomp off of the stage, I sneaked out of the auditorium in awe. Just as I turned the corner, I ran straight into a mass, immediately backing up to see who it was. Casper Storm glared at me, a good inch or two taller than me.
"You ever speak to anyone about my audition and I will toss you into the boys locker room as they change." Casper growled at me. My face turned red in embarrassment.
"I won't, Casper." I tell him. He storms off in cloud of anger. Yes, I did just compared him to a fluffy cloud. He could be such a tool sometime.