wonderlani

Chapter 4

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I made a bad decision. I'm not ready to come out like this. There are just so many people, I can't even breathe. They're... They're... they're all here for us. And they have... Have groupies and signs, and we have shirts and-

"Harri!" I shook my head quickly and turned around to face my family with a bright smile. Jerms stepped up and turned me back around to face the check-in boy in front of me. I cleared my throat quickly, glancing over at camera and Nicole's grin played on her dimpled cheeks. I looked down at the boy with a giant smile on my face.

He smiled up at me and nodded softly, "Name?" What's my name? The family in front of us was like a mini version of ours. I think they had the same name, wouldn't that be awesome? I could like, meet my cousin or something! We could make a mini band!

I giggled and Jerms hit me in the back, making me jump a bit with a deep blush in my cheeks, "Harriet St. Clarie,"

He nodded and checked through all the names. He smiled and crossed a line through my name, handed me my number and a tiny packet. I smiled at the guy again brightly and waited... And waited... And-seriously Nicole.

She rolled her eyes playfully and tapped the guy on his shoulder; he flipped the camera off and sat it down at his side. I smiled over at her and walked to the entranceway. I tripped a bit on air, Jermery caught me by my arm and yanked me hard against his side. I rolled my eyes, mouthing, "Not saying thank you,". He mouthed, "Next time I'll drop you." We both shook our heads at each other as we shared a laugh.

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I sighed deeply to myself, my hands ran through my hair slowly as I readjusted my emerald earrings straight after.

I hate this dress.

I hate myself for wearing this dress...

But Nicole said judges wanted more "feminism" from me. It's feminity first off. And secondly, probably see me as the girly girl, next door neighbor type.

But I'm not, I don't want to be anyway but if that's how I'm going to make it in the competition, then what's the harm? I hate it though.

"Excuse me," Nicole came over with a clipboard and a small grin on her face; the grin dropped to a frown when our eyes like she remembered where we were, "Are you Harriet St. Claire?"

"Yes," Stevie answered for me as she stood to her feet. Maya rested her hand against her waist. Florida bit down on her lip softly, her gaze flipped between the four of us with a hard glare. Stevie plopped back down in her seat, her eyes rolled over to Florida as she rested them on Nicole again, "She's Harriet. White dress, pretty eyes, voice to match."

Shut up Stevie, you're gonna make me cry. I'm not that pretty, and the dress is horrible but people like a girly girl who has an angelic voice. Angels can wear black too right?

I blushed hard, and Nicole bit her lip and shook her head away from us. I stood and extended my hand to her, forcing a smile, "I'm sorry I thought we had some more time between promos and interviews,"

"Actually I'm here for your interview," She grinned as she took my hand and shook it back. I nodded and turned to my dad, his hand out already filled with all our forms. I handed them over to her, and she motioned for me to follow as she turned back toward the outside. I chased after her for a second but then she stopped by my side, smiling over at me and then continued walking.