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Authors: Audrey Harte
Tags: Contemporary
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Alex saved her from having to say more by replying enthusiastically on her behalf.
“Yup! Aren’t they the cutest couple? Annie’s flying to San Francisco next weekend to spend some time with him while he’s on tour.
“Oh really? Well, that’s… nice,” Keri said, looking noticeably disappointed as she glanced back at Casey and his friends again.
Annie’s eyes narrowed and she made a mental note to keep an eye on Keri until Casey was safely back on tour. Some girls had no shame, and she wouldn’t be surprised if Keri tried to make a play for him as soon as her back was turned.
The next couple hours went by pretty quickly. There was more than enough entertainment to keep things interesting while they waited. There were all sorts of performers practicing in line, including other singers, dancers, an acrobatic balancing act, a juggler, and a guy who played drums using recycled materials.
Keri and Annie started an impromptu sing-a-along at one point and others quickly joined in, including the drummer. They sang Michael Jackson’s Beat It , sounding surprisingly good for having never performed together. Alex whipped out his iPhone so he could record them, promising that he’d upload it to Facebook. Despite Annie’s initial reservations about Keri because of her apparent interest in Casey, she couldn’t help liking her, and they ended up exchanging numbers, promising they would hang out soon.
When the line finally started to move, the butterflies started going crazy in Annie’s stomach. This was it. No turning back now. She lightly hummed her first song, popping in an ear bud so she could listen to the first verse again. The phrasing could be a little tricky, and she wanted to make sure that she nailed it perfectly. Alex gave her a little shoulder rub to loosen her up and help her relax.
A tall, skinny, blonde guy with a clipboard and headset asked to see her ID and had her sign a release form before she was allowed to enter the building. Then she was given a bright blue piece of paper with a number on it and instructed to attach it to her shirt. So much for getting to show off her pretty blouse. Another half hour passed before she was ushered into a room along with three other girls, including Keri.
There were three people, two men and a woman, sitting behind a table in front of a makeshift stage that had been equipped with camera lighting and a boom mic. The backdrop was a picture of the Hollywood sign with the show’s name, The Next American Superstar , blazing across in big, bold letters.
The woman spoke first, explaining that she and the other two gentlemen sitting with her were some of the show’s producers they would be auditioning for. Then one of the men continued, welcoming the girls and explaining that they would be asked to sing a song of their choice.
They had the four girls stand side by side in a line in front of them, and as each one took their turn, they stepped forward from the line and sang acapella for about thirty seconds until one of the producers held up a hand for them to stop. Then they stepped back into the line, and the next girl stepped forward for her turn until all four had sung. Annie personally thought Keri had done well, and that one of the other girls had potential, but was very young and sounded like she wasn’t quite ready. The other girl was beautiful and seemed to have a great presence about her, but unfortunately, she couldn’t carry a tune to save her life.
The producers huddled together when they finished, talking to each other in hushed tones. The woman glanced up at one point, looking at the girl standing next to Annie, then at Keri, then looked back down at a paper in her hand. She shook her head slightly and leaned to the man on her right, whispering something as he shook his head at her. The other man then said something as he glanced up at Annie, then back at the paper in the woman’s hand.
After what seemed like a long time, but was probably in reality
“Yup! Aren’t they the cutest couple? Annie’s flying to San Francisco next weekend to spend some time with him while he’s on tour.
“Oh really? Well, that’s… nice,” Keri said, looking noticeably disappointed as she glanced back at Casey and his friends again.
Annie’s eyes narrowed and she made a mental note to keep an eye on Keri until Casey was safely back on tour. Some girls had no shame, and she wouldn’t be surprised if Keri tried to make a play for him as soon as her back was turned.
The next couple hours went by pretty quickly. There was more than enough entertainment to keep things interesting while they waited. There were all sorts of performers practicing in line, including other singers, dancers, an acrobatic balancing act, a juggler, and a guy who played drums using recycled materials.
Keri and Annie started an impromptu sing-a-along at one point and others quickly joined in, including the drummer. They sang Michael Jackson’s Beat It , sounding surprisingly good for having never performed together. Alex whipped out his iPhone so he could record them, promising that he’d upload it to Facebook. Despite Annie’s initial reservations about Keri because of her apparent interest in Casey, she couldn’t help liking her, and they ended up exchanging numbers, promising they would hang out soon.
When the line finally started to move, the butterflies started going crazy in Annie’s stomach. This was it. No turning back now. She lightly hummed her first song, popping in an ear bud so she could listen to the first verse again. The phrasing could be a little tricky, and she wanted to make sure that she nailed it perfectly. Alex gave her a little shoulder rub to loosen her up and help her relax.
A tall, skinny, blonde guy with a clipboard and headset asked to see her ID and had her sign a release form before she was allowed to enter the building. Then she was given a bright blue piece of paper with a number on it and instructed to attach it to her shirt. So much for getting to show off her pretty blouse. Another half hour passed before she was ushered into a room along with three other girls, including Keri.
There were three people, two men and a woman, sitting behind a table in front of a makeshift stage that had been equipped with camera lighting and a boom mic. The backdrop was a picture of the Hollywood sign with the show’s name, The Next American Superstar , blazing across in big, bold letters.
The woman spoke first, explaining that she and the other two gentlemen sitting with her were some of the show’s producers they would be auditioning for. Then one of the men continued, welcoming the girls and explaining that they would be asked to sing a song of their choice.
They had the four girls stand side by side in a line in front of them, and as each one took their turn, they stepped forward from the line and sang acapella for about thirty seconds until one of the producers held up a hand for them to stop. Then they stepped back into the line, and the next girl stepped forward for her turn until all four had sung. Annie personally thought Keri had done well, and that one of the other girls had potential, but was very young and sounded like she wasn’t quite ready. The other girl was beautiful and seemed to have a great presence about her, but unfortunately, she couldn’t carry a tune to save her life.
The producers huddled together when they finished, talking to each other in hushed tones. The woman glanced up at one point, looking at the girl standing next to Annie, then at Keri, then looked back down at a paper in her hand. She shook her head slightly and leaned to the man on her right, whispering something as he shook his head at her. The other man then said something as he glanced up at Annie, then back at the paper in the woman’s hand.
After what seemed like a long time, but was probably in reality
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