Talent

Ch. 1

•TALENT•

{Chapter one: The Beginning}

Come on, get up, I thought.

I flipped over, thinking I'd hit the snooze, and do exactly the opposite of what I knew I should. But the alarm clock wasn't going off. In fact, it was about an hour before it actually would.

I noticed my phone, across the room, poking out of my purse, with the screen lit up. Moaning, I rolled out of bed, stumbling and wobbling to my purse.

"What the fudge, Jordan!" I screech-whispered, not wanting to strain my groggy morning voice.

She'd texted me and called me. Being my best friend, she knew my sleeping schedule better than anyone, and yet she still went and woke me.

I opened the text.

~Jordan~

~Hey Hun, we should hangout today.

So I replied:

~Hallie~

~Sure, lemme ask my mom. Oh, and why'd you wake me up earlier than usual?

She replied:

~Jordan~

~I already asked your mom, and I woke you up early because I have somewhere for us to go. Which reminds me, where something nice. I'll pick you up at nine, 'kay?

I replied:

~Hallie~

~Uhm, alright.

I glanced at the mirror. My dyed fire-engine-red hair, was hanging in messy curls at my shoulders. Alright, mission 'look nice' launched.

About twenty minutes later, which is a very short amount of time for me, I was out of the shower and ready to... get ready. Makeup and hair first.

I applied concealer, foundation, powder, eyeliner (no mascara, I have naturally long, black lashes), and a bit of red tinted chapstick.

After straightening my hair, and clipping back one side with a black barrette, I started to rip through my closet.

I pulled on a pair of pantyhose, my black miniskirt, my black, grey and white Nike hightops, and a white, cotton-y, button up blouse-like shirt, with a grey tank top peeking from underneath.

I packed my camera, my iPod, my phone, all their chargers, my makeup, and some money into my purse.

Just as I bounded out my front door, Jordan pulled into my driveway in her silver Prius. I ran over and got in the passenger side.

"Hey, Hal. What-cha wanna listen to for the ride?" Jordan asked, enthusiastically.

"How about you, telling me where we're going?" I replied, partially being sarcastic, but also really wanting to know.

"Nope. 98.7 amp radio, it is."

We spent the next half hour belting out every song that came on, and I started not to care where we were going, since I was having so much fun getting there.

But when we cruised into downtown, Jordan turned the music way down and looked me in the eyes.

"You look gorgeous today." I blushed beneath my freckles, even though I didn't want to.

"Don't I always?" I replied, jokingly, with a giggle. Jordan's eyes were no longer on me, though, they were on a large building in front of us, the biggest theatre in town, and a banner on it that read

'U.S.A.'s Next Icon'.

"Jor, what's going on?" my head was starting to spin, and my stomach felt butterfly-ish.

"I signed you up to audition. I always tell you how you should be on a show like this, and you always say 'If you find out when one comes here, get me a ride, and set it all up, I'll try out.' So here's your chance." Jordan replied, a faint smile on her lips, and pride in her eyes.

"Jordan, you have got to be kidding me! This is so... you! I love you!" I reached over and hugged her tightly. Another reason she was my best friend was added to my mental list of her awesomeness, 'does the undoable, for me'.

And for that short time in the car, reminding Jordan how much she meant to me, I had nothing to worry about.