Elsa's Pov 

A weeks later, I finally convinced myself to place my name in the talent competition my friends had been babbling non stop about. Liv was completely over the moon when I told her my decision.

"Auditions start at three o'clock sharp tomorrow. Remember: three o'clock in the auditorium." The teacher-in-charge 's voice rang in my head.

I went back home, determined to start my vocal training for the next three hours or so. I was preparing to sing a cover and prayed that it could get me into the next round, which is the final round before being sent out of town for the next round. I have to do this. I realised that it was not only for my friends, or my school, or my family, but myself too. I owe myself this opportunity to make a name for myself. A better name.

At least that was what I hope to achieve. Just right after my sign up, I realised that I had applied my name for an national competition. Without a thought, I screeched at Liv who was there at the time.

"What did you convince me into? A NATIONAL COMPETITION?"

"I'm sorry, E! I know you better than anyone. If I had told you, you wouldn't even give it a thought!"

"But you can't just expect me to sign up for something like that!"

"I'm sorry..." she murmured, then her pitch shot back up, "But you have to try! Do it for us, please!"

I sighed, then groaned. This girl had crossed the line. Big time.

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The auditions were just around the corner and I had never felt... better? Worse? I don't even know. Nervous? Excited?

I already being called backstage for my preparations. Turns out not many people signed up for the auditions in the first place. Other then myself, only four others arrived in the auditorium. That includes Shelby. If I had to describe her in one word, it would be: a leech.

I took a peek at the audience. I really wasn't expecting anyone in particular, or the fact that there might even be an audience because of how underwhelmed this program was. But my friends were there... and so are twenty over students. Everyone seems to only enjoy watching the auditions and not actually being a part of one. I felt something odd that was happening to me. I My hands were trembling and my body was shivering—something I had not done before in my life.

This is not the time to get a 'cold' feet!

"Next!" Someone called from the judges stand. I was next. I put out my best attempt of a smile as I walked nervously up stage.

Compared to myself, the stage was spectacularly enormous and tall, and I didn't like that at all. The floor was nicely polished. I could even see my own reflection. I stood there as I felt numerous pairs of eyes on me, and I did not like that one bit.

The only one on stage, I felt too exposed. Vulnerable. I felt small while others were big. The ability to see my reflection on the floor frightened me: I saw the fear on my own face. I could practically see every pulse of my heartbeat as it beats in the sound of silence. And if I could see from just my reflection, that meant everyone present at the scene could also see it. Every person there was observing my every move. I did not like that. Not one bit.

Now, I was definitely on stage. After some questions from the teachers (pretending to be judges), it was supposedly my cue to sing. Yet, nothing came out from my mouth. My legs were shaking, my heart was palpitating faster and faster. Then the spotlight shone at me. I couldn't trace a single sight of my friends in the audience at all. Suddenly, I just felt I couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't. At the speed of light, I immediately rushed backstage.

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