Taking A Final Stand

Chantal LeBlanc, a 14 year-old from Toulouse, France, has been bullied all of her life. She's finally had enough. She's changed schools, MJCs (a program for French students who are interested in extracurricular), and towns, just to get away, but it's no use. She's decided to move to London, England, where her pen pal, Niall Horan, lives. Niall's heard about her amazing musical talents, but now, he gets to see it for himself, as she has to audition, in order to enroll in a performing arts school; the exact same performing arts school that Niall attends. Will she rise above and beyond the obstacles that lay ahead? Or will she fall so hard, she can't see the light , at the end of the tunnel?

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13. The Big News

"Niall," I exclaim. "I have some news!" Niall sits up, and looks at me.

"What is it, Chantal?" He asks, sweetly. 

"My audition is in six days." I reply, anxiously.

"Really?" Niall seems astounded by this news, but you can easily tell I'm nervous.

"Yes, really." I answer, my voice shaking with every word. "I'm incredibly nervous."

"Why is that?" He asks. "You're a great singer." I look down, tears welling in my eyes.

"I have stage fright." I respond, breaking through tears.

"What happened to make have stage fright?" I freeze at this. My heart stops for a brief second, as I remember what happened on that brutal day.

"Well..." I reply, clearing my throat. "It was two years ago. I had decided to audition for a play we were doing at the MJC, called 'Fire and Flames.' The entire MJC was at the audition. I went to go and speak, and, every time I tried to utter a word, I would hear, 'What a loser! She doesn't deserve to even try out!' 'Maybe she should go down to the barracks of the untalented.' I heard laughter, and I broke down. Since then, I can't go onstage without breaking down, because of flashbacks."

"Chantal, that's awful." Niall replies. "I can see why you're so nervous." Tears fill my eyes, as I bury my face in his chest. 

"Niall, I don't know what to do. I mean, I want to attend this school, but I'm afraid of the same thing happening." His gorgeous crystalline blue eyes meet mine.

"It won't happen, Chantal. I go to that school. We all go to that school. We'll stand up for you, no matter what the others say. All you need to do is be yourself, and perform the way you do when nobody's around." I stare at my black boots.

"What if I can't do it?"

"Trust me, Chantal. You'll make it." He kisses my forehead, and smiles at me. "I know you will." I smile, slightly, at him, and get ready for my rehearsal, by, finally, deciding on an outfit. A pale pink, strapless dress, with sequins running down the front, white stockings, and pale pink heels to match. My song? Different Worlds. My Instrument? Piano. My outfit was planned out. I just needed some practice, and I'd be ready for the audition.

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