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replaced by fear and anxiety.
    “ Okay, what’s wrong?” asked Sinclair, staring into my eyes. “You look like you’re going to run for the hills.”
    “ What’s wrong? I made it.”
    “Yeah,” sai d Jesse. “Wasn’t that the point?”
    I bit my lower lip. “I know, but now I have to sing in front of Ransom.”
    Jesse groaned. “God, you’ll be fine. Just do your thing , and don’t look at him if you’re nervous.”
    Easy for him to say. I’d been infatuated with Ransom, ever since I was eleven years old. The memory of those silvery-blue eyes staring into mine before we kissed still made my knees weak.
    “There you go,” said Sinclair. “Just ignore him. Chances are he may not even remember you.”
    “Miss,” said one of the staff, a muscular looking guy wearing a security uniform, and a name-tag that said “Tim”. “You have to move over to the celebrity judges now.”
    “Okay,” I said. “Can my friends come?”
    “No, I’m sorry.”
    “Good luck,” said Sinclair, hugging me one last time.
    Jesse kissed my cheek . “Break a leg, or whatever.”
    “Thanks.”
    I followed Tim to the other side of the field, getting more nervous by the second. By the time we reached the celebrities and all of cameras, I was shaking.
    “Hi,” said a n older woman with short spiky red hair. She grabbed my card. “I’m Misty; I’m here to prep you. Now, Taylor might do a short interview with you before you’re presented to the judges. In fact, looking at you I’m sure he will.”
    I cleared my throat. “Oh, okay.”
    She smiled and grabbed my hand. “You poor little thing. Don’t be nervous, honey, just do your best and remember, those celebrities wipe their asses the same way everyone else does, so don’t let them intimidate you, especially Tyrone. He can be a little unnerving at times.”
    I’d watched the show before , and knew he was a hard win. In fact, I was quite sure he’d be the first one to vote “no”.
    “Now, you und erstand the rules, you need two-out-of-three judge’s votes to get to the next round. Oh, and here,” she said, handing me her clipboard. “Read the disclosures and sign by all the X’s. You have approximately five, minutes before you will be interviewed by Taylor, and then ushered over to the judges.”
    “Okay, thanks Misty.”
    She patted me on the back. “Good luck honey.”
    I skimmed through the disclosures, which were basically the rules of the audition, and signed everything as quickly as possible. As I handed Misty back the clipboard, Taylor approached me with a camera man.
    “Hello,” he said, holding out his hand. “Congratulations on making it to this round. I’m Taylor Blake , and you are?”
    “Tiffany Banks,” I said, placing my hand in his.
    His dark eyes regarded me with interest. He squeezed my hand. “What do you know? We have the same first and last letters in our names. Fate has obviously brought us together, my dear. So, Tiffany, would you mind if I interviewed you before you meet the judges?”
    I smiled. “Not at all .”
    “Where are you from?”
    “Stanton.”
    “ California girl, nice. What do you do when you’re not auditioning for something like this?”
    “I’m a hairstylist at Tangled , over in Midway City.”
    He touched his perfectly groomed , blond head, and smiled. “Knowing that Tangled has such lovely hair-dressers, I might have to stop in for a cut very soon.”
    I blushed. He was very good looking, with his puppy-dog eyes, and dimples, but not really my type. He was almost too… perfect looking.
    “ Well, it would be my pleasure to cut your hair,” I said.
    “ I’ll remember that, Tiffany. Now, I guess we’d better start the interview on camera before I get hollered at by the judges,” he said, turning to his cameraman. “Roll it.”
    “Okay, ” replied the guy.
    Taylor moved in closer, and put an arm around my shoulders. “Welcome back to ‘American Icon’, where we have Tiffany Banks waiting to see