{Chapter two: Which Song?!}
As I pulled out of my hug with Jordan, a stomach dropping thought popped into mind. What the h*ll was I going to sing for my audition?
"Jordan, what am I supposed to sing?!" I squeaked, worrying like crazy.
"Hun, you know thousands of songs by heart, no need to freak out." Jordan replied, calm as ever.
"Exactly! That's the problem! I know too many songs, I'll never be able to pick just one! Agh!"
"Take a deep breath. Think of a song you know, that perfectly compliments your voice, and there you go, you'll have your song." She continued on in an emotionless, monotone way.
"Your only calm 'cause it's not you about to audition!"
"Okay, okay. I'll pick then, Miss Cranky. How about 'Kiss with a Fist'?"
"The one by Florence and the Machines?" I asked, the song actually seeming simple, and perfect for my audition.
"Mhm. But, you'll sing it better." she stated, like it was fact. I rolled my eyes.
After about an hour of waiting in line, I stood nervously outside the door to the audition room. I knew the judges would be in there, ready to criticize and... well... judge.
I pushed open the door, and strutted to the X on the floor, marking where to stand for the cameras, all while wearing a mask of confidence.
"What's your name?" Danny Foster, one of the judges, asked.
"Hallie Nichols." I replied shortly, hoping to stifle the shakiness in my voice.
"And what will you be doing for us, Hallie?" Katie Walsh, another judge, continued from where Danny left off.
"Singing 'Kiss with a Fist' by Florence and the Machines." I announced, hoping it was something new.
"Well, give it a go then, Hallie!" Phil Kilpatrick, the last judge, said cheerfully.
I sang every note with all my heart, and swayed to the music playing in my head.
When my voice slid off the last note, all I heard was the sound of an air conditioner, and not a peep from the judges. Was I awful?
My eyes were closed, which tends to happen when I sing soulfully, and especially when I intend to avoid eye contact with large, terrifying tv cameras, so I opened one to glance at the judges.
It took a moment, but each judge closed their gaping mouth, and stood. And clapped.
I got a standing ovation. My heart was racing.
"Wonderful! You're going through-" Danny began,
"Most Certainly!" Phil continued,
"Obviously!" Katie finished.
"Really?!? Like, you're seriously serious?!" I spoke, thinking I was dreaming, and hoping that what I said didn't sound too stupid.
"Yeah!" The judges replied in unison.
"Oka-ka-kay." I responded smoothly, and quietly left the room.
Outside of the room, I stood steadying my breath, and scanned the waiting area for Jordan. When I spotted her, I ran up to her.
"I freaking made it!" I squealed, which was unlike me.
"I knew you would! I knew! I'm a fortune teller, mofo!"
We laughed and screamed and hugged and smiled. And called my mom to make plans for me to be on the show.
As put in the words of Jordan 'Here's your chance'.
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Talent
Teen FictionHallie's always been talented, but she never really did anything with it. So when her best friend Jordan drags her to try out for a tv talent show, her whole life changes. And while she's walking the path to stardom, she meets loads of new people al...
