She looked down at the ground, her fingers entwined in front of her and all she could do was close her eyes. She was fifteen years old and had her first audition for an Arts school. Julliard is calling your name. That’s what her mother would say when she was younger, and despite everything she stumbled upon, her journey always went into the same direction.
Eyes open, she looked towards the stage light, beaming down on her. For a split second, she saw him. Tommy was there, and Yasmin - standing centre stage about to sing a rendition of Don’t Look Back in Anger, finally felt at ease.
Eight minutes later, after being told she would hear from the judges within the next forty-eight hours, she took to the lobby of the theatre, clutching her helmet.
“Judge number three never even wrote anything down.”
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