I'd give you a life

picking up the pieces

i take a deep breath. its three weeks since i was discharged from hospital. and here i am. Audition day.

My mind is buzzing. People are milling around everywhere, leaning over barriers shouting and calling. I swallow hard. It's early December now, and a false rendition of Jingle Bells rings throughout the long queues of people. My fingers curl over the dog eared piece of paper with the lyrics on. I'm scared... Really scared. Can I bear another rejection?

Then suddenly there's a surge of people and we're brought into the room. It's simply a high ceilinged room with a small table with five judges, and a tiny stage. The five faces in front of me take in my pale grey face, my bare head. How could I ever be a star? I open my mouth and start to sing, and by the end, they're smiling and nodding, all doubts have rushed away. The sternest judge leans forward and smiles.

"It looks like we've found our star." My face bursts into an uncontrollable grin. I even find tears pricking my eyelids.

I've taken my chance to shine, and I'm not going to let it go. I guess every cloud has a silver lining..