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before. “She’s going all the way, you’ll see, Phillip.”
    “I just don’t want to waste my time here,” he said. “I’m risking my ass getting you in front of all the other contestants.”
    I smiled, gratefully. “And I appreciate it.”
    “ I have a voice too,” said Yolanda. “I’ve been told that I sound like Whitney Houston or Beyonce.”
    Phillip wrinkled his nose. “Really?”
    “ That’s right. Now, where’s my entry card?” ask Yolanda.
    “ Patience,” he replied. “I’ll get you one in a few minutes.”
    “ You’d better,” said Yolanda, glancing down at his long red nails. “I want to go and have my nails filled this afternoon, so the sooner I’m up, the better.”
    “Be ready, Tiffany,” replied Phillip, ignoring Yolanda. “You’re almost up. Just watch the screen for your number.”
    “Thanks Phillip,” I replied.
    He nodded and walked away with Yolanda on his heels.
    “Ready , honey?” asked Sinclair.
    I blew out a long breath. “I think so. I’m just still so freaking nervous.”
    “You’ll do great,” she said. “I have faith in you.”
    “Do you need any water or anything?” asked Jesse. “I can try and find you something.”
    Sinclair reached into her over-sized p urse. “I brought some.”
    “I wish I was as prepared as you were,” I said to Sinclair as she handed me the bottle. “ How do you feel about auditioning for me?”
    “Would you like to lose?” smirked Jesse. “Sinclair couldn’t hold a note if she tried.”
    She nodded. “This is true.”
    “Isn’t that your number?” asked Jesse, staring up at the screen.
    I looked down at my card and swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Chapter Four
     
    Tiffany
     
    “What is your name?” asked the casting director, a forty-something woman with warm brown eyes.
    “Tiffany Banks.”
    She took off her glasses and began cleaning them with a small green cloth. “Okay, show me what you’ve got, Tiffany Banks.”
    I was nervous, so nervous. I open ed my mouth to begin but then froze up.
    “Nervous?” she asked , with a small smile.
    I smiled weakly . “Yes, I’m sorry.”
    “ Why don’t you close your eyes and try again.”
    I closed my eyes, inhaled through my nose, and then blew it out.
    “Tiffany?”
    The song I’d picked out was immediately replaced with the one I couldn’t get out of my head. I only hoped that I could do Pink’s song, justice.
 
 
    Made a wrong turn, o nce or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
    Mistreated , misplaced, misunderstood
Miss no way, it's all good
It didn’t slow me down.
     
    Mistaken, always second guessing,
Underestimated, look I'm still around,

Pretty, pretty please,
Don’t you ever, ever feel,
Like you're less than, less than
perfect

Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel,
Like you're nothing,
You are perfect,
    To me.
     
     
    “Tiffany.”
    I opened my eyes a nd stared at the woman, her expression unreadable. I took a deep breath. “So, it was that bad?”
    She smiled. “Congratulations, you’ve made it to the next round.”
    The back of my eyes began to burn. “Oh…Oh my God, thank you,” I said, blinking back tears. I wanted to jump up and down and scream with joy, I was so happy.
    “ You have an amazing voice,” she said, handing me back my card. “Now go and show the judges you mean business. One thing though...”
    I leaned forward. “Yes?”
    “You’ll need to keep your eyes open with them , and keep your chin up. You’re exactly the kind of talent we want in the final rounds.”
    I smiled so broadly that my cheeks hurt . “Okay. Thanks.”
    She shook my hand and I walked away, still in shock.
    “Oh my God, you sounded wonderful!” squealed Sinclair, throwing her arms around me. “I have tears in my eyes from listening to you!”
    “That was amazing,” said Jesse. “I’m blown away.”
    “Thanks,” I said, the excitement I’d felt seconds ago now