Bright Angel
Chapter 1
Melissa: “Oh God!”, I thought as my eyes briefly skimmed the crowd in the larger
than needed chorus room. I turned to face Hillary, who noticing my shaking hands and voice, assured me, “You’re gonna do great, Melissa. Don’t worry. Even your absolute worst would blow these people out of the water. You have no reason to be afraid.” “But did you see how many people were out there?!?,” I replied with a look of sheer terror slowly appearing on my face. “Oh gosh! Think about it this way, if this is truly what you wanna do, you’re gonna have to face the fear sometime. Besides a room of 100 people is nothing compared to the venues you’ll sell out. You’ll do fine, these shoes are killing my feet so, I think I’ll go sit down now, bye!” She slipped out of the hallway too quickly for me to catch the back of her dress in an attempt to stop her. “Ok Melissa, you can do it, this is nothin’, show ‘em what you’re made of…,” I kept repeating in my head, taking deep breaths, I slowly calmed down. “Ok everyone, its time to go take your seats!,” ,Mrs. Thompson, my voice teacher yelled and I was pushed through the doors in the large room and into my seat on the front row, awaiting total humiliation.
Taylor: “For the record, I am only here for Clover,” Zac stated for the 50th time
that night as we walked up the stairs and approached the large tan room, where people were already filling seats. “Ok Zac, we heard you the first time and do you think you could at least just shut-up about it already and try to make the best of it?!?, “ I complained. “No, now that you mention it, no…,” as soon as he said that a tall skinny blonde in green walked into the room. “However, my outlook could change, if I got introduced to her!,” Zac exclaimed, pointing to the girl in the green sundress. I rolled my eyes. “Your mind’s in the gutter, Zac!,” Ike pointed out to the rather large 15 year old sitting to the left of me. Just then, my cousin, Clover, and all the other voice students proceeded in the room, making their way to the seats reserved on the front row. The first, lets say 10, of ‘em looked like the typical thespian type. Near the end of the line was a girl in a pink dress, when she walked in with that nervous grin on her face, she looked like an angel, lighting up the whole room. I had never seen someone so beautiful in my life. Then the lights dimmed and my angel faded out of view as a spotlight focused in on the impatient voice teacher taking center stage.
Chapter 2