After dinner, my mom knocks and then puts her head in around my bedroom door.
Smiling kindly she says, "I forgot to ask you about the audition."
I am sitting crossed legged on my bed with a book on my lap.
I look up at her, where she remains standing in the door, "It was great. We will know tomorrow."
" Okay. Good luck. No homework today?"
" None."
This is not a lie, but usually on days without homework, I would do a bit of revision - not today.
" That's nice. How is your Johnathan situation coming along?"
" Ugh. Same-O, same-O. No change at all"
She smiles encouragingly, "Well, good night, anyway. Don't stay up too late."
She leaves on her journey further down the passage and I call after her, "Night, Mom."
I get a fright when my cell phone suddenly vibrates, indicating I have a text message. I reach for it frustrated. It is from an unknown number, so I open the message begrudgingly - probably spam.
" Hi, I got your number from the audition list, I hope you don't mind - Vincent"
We have never talked at school, except for one time briefly when I walked into him by accident, and he always has that frown spoiling his face when he looks at me, so what could he possibly want from me.
I reply, "Its okay"
Almost immediately, my phone vibrates again, "Thanks for coming to the audition today."
" It was fun."
" I am happy to announce you have it. You are now the backup singer for ÉLastique."
I stare at the screen incredulous - I have it?
After a while, my phone vibrates again, and I open the new message, "Hello, you still talking to me?"
I reply, "I am - thank you so much. I am just so thrilled, and I did not know what to say."
" I was also happy when they chose you in the end and I could not wait to tell you, so pretend you do not know anything when your name is announced tomorrow in the hall."
" Okay - and thank you."
" We start practice after the break, in the music centre. You know where that is?"
Of course, I know where it is. Did he not notice me, when Anne dragged me there the other day? Maybe he cannot remember meeting me that day. I feel surprisingly disappointed. You can hardly blame him though because he has a girlfriend - Sabrina.
She is tall, skinny, gracious and oozing femininity. I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite - I am amazingly, astoundingly plain, my blonde hair is lacklustre, no matter what shampoo I use, and how many promises they make. I am more comfortable in jeans and T-shirts, and my worn, dirty converse.