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Chapter 12: Prove Them Wrong

Your POV

I awoke the next morning. 'Was it just a dream?' I rolled over and sitting right beside my bed was (YC/N.) "RISE AND SHINE SLEEPING BEAUTY! It's already almost noon. I already took the liberity of putting Marks number in your phone last night while you were sleeping." She just smiled as if to say "it's no big deal that I went through your phone without your knowledge." I sit right up in bed and rub my eyes. "So, it wasn't just a dream... he really did call and I really do have a date?" She just nodded with an even bigger grin. "Let's go downstairs and grab something to eat." Once again I rub my eyes, and finally gather the energy to climb out of bed. I followed her down the stairs. "Everyone already left" (YC/N) points out as she begins to pour us both a bowl of cerial.

We just stand at the kitchen counter and eat. It's kinda to quite for my comfort. I don't really have much on my mind aside from questioning myself 'why I would have kissed him pack last night? Thinking about it now, truthfully I should have smacked him. Even worse, I agreed ... well kinda agreed to a date today. This is so the opposite of what I wanted coming on this vacation.' "Hello, are you listening? Since we got time to kill, did you want to go upstairs when we're finished and we can practice your audition?" stuffing my face full of cocopuffs, I could really only slur the word "sure."

A few minutes after we had finished eating we make our way back upstairs and into the Studio Space. I pull a stool over in front of the mic, and take a seat. "Do me a favor, hand me the guitar." I pointed off in the direction in which the guitar was standing. "You're gonna try guitar this time?" I just shrugged. "Well, I mean maybe it'll better my audition to show I have a talent with instruments as well." She picks up the guitar and gives it to me. "I know this melody by ear. It's the same consistent pattern. I'm gonna pick it up from second verse, and let me know what you think."
I begin to play, and as I strum, begin to sing;

"They can say that I'm cray for makin' him my baby but his vow is for me.
See I done been through many changes, but this one I aint changin' it'll stay the same.
I can have everything in this world, but I'd sacrifice it all for him.
And I made up my mind, I'm in love this time
and it, feels so real."

I look up from the guitar to see (YC/N) sitting there with a very unimpressed face so I stop playing. "You know I think you're talented, but without passion; talent in itself isn't going to be enough. This song is clearly about a woman who is so in love with a man that she'd give everything. If I were someone from Juilliard watching your audition tape, I'd expect to be able to listen and I'd be able to feel it, because you'd make me believe that you are that woman." I felt broken. This had been my dream my entire life and to hear that even when I was giving it my all it wasn't enough was crushing. "I still don't see why you don't just change your song choice." "Because, this is my favorite song. Plus it doesn't exactly matter, no matter what song I were to pick if my problem is showing passion I'd be doomed either way if I can't personally connect to the song. Maybe I shouldn't even audition... this is a world renowned school, they only accept the best." (YC/N) raised her hand, and she slapped me. Not hard, but hard enough. I sat there holding my face, I didn't understand why she would do that. "No. That isn't who you are. You aren't someone who gives up that easily. Great way to honor your father. He taught you everything you know about music, and you're just gonna give it up because I think you can do better...no because I KNOW you can do better? What'd your dad tell you? Huh!" I sat there, with tear filled eyes. I know she has a good point. "Your critics are your biggest fans, because they become your biggest motivation." She smiled and wiped my tears away. "Exactly. Don't give up, prove them wrong."