Her dark curls danced as they bounced against her back as she glanced hesitantly behind her before entering the room with the small porthole-looking window, bolted onto the door. Her small smile inched up as the professional reached over his clipboard to shake her hand. This one audition could, ultimately, decide the fate of her future. Five minutes with a professional, that's all it would take for her to come out of that room; tears filling her eyes from either excitement or disappointment. We all know that she deserves to make it to the show, but now we just need to wait for the final opinion of the adjudicator. I glanced down at the book I had stowed under my arm, just in case, but I quickly gave up and returned my focus back on my friend. They'll never understand. I twisted my ring around on my finger. Seven contestants and one winner. One winner who gets to skip the line at any real American Idol audition in the country. This is the American Idol Experience.