[Brielle's POV]
I stand in the group of auditioners, waiting for the judges to hang the sheet with the results of the audition. Only three of us would be signed to this gig, and the rest would have to leave. With each passing minute, my heart rate increases, and when I think I can’t take it anymore, the list is finally brought out.
Instantly, everyone rushes forward while I stay back, watching as many burst into tears and then turn and leave. Only once the numbers have grown low enough do I make my way forward.
Please. Please. Please. I repeat it inwardly, again and again, until I’m standing right in front of the single piece of paper that could make or break my future.
Holding my breath, I take in the list of names, and when I see mine at the very top, I lift my hands to my mouth to s
