Not mine. :(

My hands were shaking so bad, they felt they were going to fall off on their own. My palms were getting sweaty—gross, I know—and my heart was beating a million beats a minute.

If this wasn't nerves, I don't know what is.

"Bella," my friend Angela says from the driver's seat, "calm down."

I look over at her and nod. It's not like this is my first audition ever. I've tried out for American Idol—no. Simon said I was pretty, but my voice didn't have "the potential the industry was looking for". And then on America's Got Talent—another no. The British dude's name that I can't remember (and really don't care) said I was horrible.

Yeah, that's gotta boost my self-confidence.

And, personally, although I'm not trying to brag, I think I have a pretty good voice. I've heard tapes of me, and I'm at least half-decent.

A few weeks ago, I heard about his new singing competition show they were having called Chasing A Rockstar for alternative music singers.

I listen to alternative music, so I've got to give it a shot.

We pull into the parking lot of the hotel where the auditions were being held, and I saw that the line swooped all the way around the building.

I gulp and clutch my stomach where butterflies were erupting.

"Bella, honey," Angela pats my shoulder, "you can do this. It's just like all the other times. You'll do fine."

I step out of the car, and a few people in the monstrously long line turn to look at me. I blush a very bright red and hurry to the end.

By the time I got to the tables where they were passing out numbers, I was number 346. I gulp again and tape the paper to my shirt.

It was a little past three p.m., and I was getting more nervous by the second. Angela was waiting in a little waiting room where she would be able to see me after the audition.

I walk into the little room where there was the other contestants waiting. Some were hyperventilating and others were warming up.

I sit down in a chair, completely on the edge of the seat.

A girl appears in front of me and smiles. "Is this seat taken?" she asks, pointing to the chair beside me. I shake my head and she sits down.

"I'm Alice," she smiles, and I shake her open hand.

"Bella," I smile back.

I made small talk with her politely; glad to have at least one person to talk to. I was getting a little antsy with the group of girls across the room that kept sending me evil glares every once in awhile.

"Are you 346?" Alice asks suddenly.

"Huh?" I snap back to reality and look at her.

"They just called your number."

"Oh."

I stand up and walk to the open door where the auditions would be held. "Good luck!" I hear Alice yell at me. I smile back at her and stop outside the door.

I take a deep breath, trying to get composed.

"Ready?" A guy with a headset smiles slightly at me.

I nod and he guides me into the room.