Simple  Melody

            Holding my breath I walked into a bright building with sweaty palms. My heart was pounding real hard almost escaping through my chest.

            I only have one chance to get this right.

            My name is Jessie Heartfilia. My friends call me Jes. I’m never really a brainy person, the only time when I ever got a high grade besides English is when I was a toddler funny right? That’s it. The reason behind that , I assume is probably because I am more of a…. well how do I put it ,music person? Let’s just say my keyboard and I were best friends. Because of that my parents agreed to send me here to Lost Keys Academy of Performing Arts. Unfortunately that school costs a bunch, so I would really need a scholarship.

            So here I am standing outside the large polished doors with my keyboard in my arms, filled with hesitation and doubts. This audition means the world to me right now. I knew deep down that I have to win this thing, so I could get a scholarship. If I could get my hands on that prize, everything would fall into place.

                        I bravely took a step forward and pushed the door open. Three pairs of eyes greeted me, judges make me shiver, especially that Simon Cowell look-a-like.

“Good morning.” The lady judge with spectacles cleared her throat. “Jessie?”

“Whenever you are ready” She said while adjusting and fixing her attention onto me.

            A few second with trembling hands I placed my fingers onto the keys and played familiar chords and played “Defying Gravity”. I opened my mouth and began singing, allowing the word flow through me. I felt confidence running through my veins diminishing my fears. I began to close my eyes and played smoothly, hitting the high notes and low, going from head voice to chest, using techniques that I can easily work with.

I don’t sound too bad.

            When the song finally ended, I couldn’t help but plaster a goofy smile and looked at the judges not  knowing what to expect. The judges sat there with a stoic face but clapped slowly.

            After the heart popping audition, I sat on the bench outside the audition room. I couldn’t help but notice how great they were, how talented and skilled the music was played. The more I listen the more nervous I become. Only one participant can win the scholarship, and these guys really look like they have this wrapped  around their finger.

            A few minutes later a commotion was heard. I stood up and joined the crowd. A few people already left with unexcited expressions, it was then I realized how big of a possibility I could be leaving with a crushed spirit. Just when I finally made my way to the front, as if on cue, a group of people started cheering and exclaimed happily.

“We made it !” the red head snotty girl from before shrilled as her band celebrated.

No way.

I quickly turned my attention away and scanned the paper pasted on the door. Suddenly I felt weak, very weak.

I didn’t make it. I didn’t get the scholarship.

            Turning around I resisted to look back. I just want to runaway. Running away from the place where my hopes and dreams were shattered to pieces.

            I rode a bus as soon as I got in, it took off. I was really depressed. I couldn’t utter a single word. A girl about five years old was staring at me as I heaved a sigh, maybe she’s thinking of me as some kind of taciturn. I couldn’t help it everything was down to drain. The ride on the bus was rather fast and in a blink of an eye I am already on my destination. I looked around me and noticed a light atmosphere caused by people’s happiness everywhere.

            Then, I remembered something that lift my spirits up. And that is, tomorrow is a brand new day for me, and someday I am gonna make it to stardom!