* I like it at night, when everyone is asleep. When its actually morning, but people still call it the middle of the night. I like to just walk around the house. It's peaceful. It's kind of eerie, but I like the darkness. I probably sound really creepy. It's nice to be alone, but still know there's someone in the house with you. You feel safe, not like when you're actually home alone. You don't have to answer any "What are you doing?"s and you can just… walk around. You don't have to worry about someone staring at you or judging you because it's too late at night for anyone in my house… except me… to be awake. At least I did. Before I died.* So the chapters are really short, but I'll try to update as much as possible. School is about to start back, but I can always make time for writing! Please comment and tell me what you think! There'll be a better physical description in Chapter 3!


5. Biggest Day of My Life

   On the day of the audition, I was so nervous I couldn't eat anything. At breakfast and lunch I just sipped on half a glass of water. The audition was at 4 but I wanted to get there early so I got my chance to impress the directors and producers. It was 2:30 when Carter and I eventually started to walk down to Imperial Theatre. The traffic was terrible because it was about a week away from Christmas any all of the tourist from around the United States had come up to spend Christmas in New York. Carter walked next to me pointing out all of the "spirits" he saw haunting people. He had this thing where he liked to freak people out by pretending to be a medium; someone who can talk to the dead.

    "And that guy there," he ranted on, "is being followed by a woman whose face is all deformed. It looks like she fell from somewhere high and landed on her face when she died."

    "That's terrible!" I scolded. "You shouldn't joke about someone's death! You also shouldn't be trying to freak me out when I'm already freaked out because you know how freaky I get when I freak out and-"

     "Freya!" He cut me off. "If you don't calm down, I'm going to have to sedate you and then I'd look like a freak carrying an unconscious chic through the streets. Calm yourself. By the way... I know your grandmother would be really proud of you today."

    He smiled down at me. Most people fell sad when people say about people who have died. But, I don't know, it makes me feel better. Like they're still with me somehow. Carter knew that and he always knew how to make me feel better.

    "You're right Carter," I said. "This is the biggest day of my life and I'm not going to let anything ruin it."

     That's when I saw the huge line of girls lined up outside of the theatre. They all looked serious and some of them were even dressed like they were living in revolutionary France. I was wearing jeans and a black shirt, because my teachers always told me that when you go to an audition, you shouldn't dress in any particular time period, but very neutrally so the director could picture you as any character in any point in history. We walked to the back of the line and waited for what seemed like an eternity. At this point I was starving, but Carter was smart and brought a small packet of saltines.

    Then, the line started moving and I almost threw up the three saltines I had eaten. We slowly worked our way up to the front of the line as girls went in and got their audition numbers. When got inside, I walked up to the table and handed in my résumé and they gave me a notecard with a number on it and a pin. I pinned it to my shirt and sat down in the waiting room. The people at the table said Carter couldn't go in with me, so he sat in the lobby. I watched girls go in and out of the audition room, some smiling, some crying, and some just looking incredibly nervous. When they finally called my number, I took a deep breath walked in the small studio, and smiled at the directors and producers. There was a middle-aged man with a stone cold glare, an older man with a slight smile, a young woman scribbling on a piece of paper, and a young man sipping a latte. 

    "Hello," said the older man. "What's your name?"

    "Freya Parker," I replied. The man was kind and calmed my nerves.

    "Well Freya, whenever you're ready."

    "Thank you very much," I said as I handed over my sheet music to the pianist. He played the intro and I began to sing one of my favorite broadway songs, Think of Me, from Phantom of the Opera. It was a beautiful song, but I was extremely nervous about the B flat at the very end. I sang through the first parts of the song without a hitch. The middle aged man, who I assumed was the director, had softened his expression, and the rest of the panel looked at me and smiled. The last line of the song was this long run with the high note at the end. I anxiously moved through the song towards it. I nailed the run and hit the note with the best clarity and  tone I've ever had. As I finished, all of them clapped and smiled. I thanked them, grabbed my sheet music, and left with a huge grin on my face. It really was the best day of my life.

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