I look at myself in the mirror, my red hair cascading down my back in perfect waves, my makeup done to perfection, my skin perfectly tanned, and my sports bra and spandex shorts fit perfectly. I turn around and grab my keys off of the small table in the hotel room and find my way down to my car.

I type the address into my phone: Seattle Seahawks Football Stadium. 13 minutes away. Great. I will be about 20 minutes early. I shift into drive and pull out of the lot, making my way to the stadium for auditions to be a NFL cheerleader for the Seahawks.

I arrive at the stadium 21 minutes early and find a parking spot near the front, but there were already a lot of cars there because the whole football team was practicing there too. I grab my small bag full of mainly protein bars, water bottles, and Gatorade before heading into the stadium through the main entrance. I reach a little table and sign my name onto an audition roster, seeing that there were already a few others here for auditions. The lady at the table directs me down to the field where I see the whole football team warming up while a few other girls dressed similarly to me chat with each other and watch the team.

I get down to the field, welcomed warmly by the other girls on the sideline. "Hey! What's your name? My name is Marlee! I absolutely love your hair!" I smile at her, I've never been that much of a people person, but I decide that I really want this job, so I need to be peppy.

"I love your name, Marlee! My name is America, like the former country." I give a little laugh at the end before everyone continues chatting. Marlee comes over to me and points to one of the football players, the name "Schreave" posted along the back of his jersey. I immediately recognize him as the head quarterback for the team, and one of the best football players according to various polls around the country.

"He is so cute. Wait for him to look over." She says, and I nod. I've seen plenty of pictures of him. His blonde hair had made him the heart-throb for millions of football fans. I personally, while he is cute, don't like him. He just always seem so snobby in the interviews he does. He looks over and Marlee freak out, I laugh with her and say happily: "Yep! He is so cute! I would love to work here and see him every day!" not a total lie.

Soon, it was time to begin auditions. Surprisingly, there were only 35 of us there—not nearly as many as I expected.

Silvia, the cheerleading coach introduced herself and her staff and began by having everyone say a little about themselves before starting.

We gather in a circle and start with Marlee, who is her usual upbeat self. The circle goes along through a few others: Tuesday, Kriss, Natalie, and more. Soon it reaches a tall brunette who looks like she has a permanent, fake smile on her face. "I'm Celeste, and I hope you recognize me because I have done countless modeling campaigns and commercials for the NFL. I used to be a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, but I moved here to be with my boyfriend."

I can tell I will not like her at all.

Soon it gets to me, where I introduce myself while being as happy and loud as could be, hoping to make a good impression. As soon as we were done with introductions, Silvia calls 8 girls over to the side while some of the other staff helps to warm us up.

Before I knew it, those 8 girls had tears streaming down their faces while they grabbed their bags and left the stadium before they even had a chance.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone. The other side responds back: "Hello! Is this America Singer? It is Silvia with the Seahawks cheerleaders." My eyes grow big and I respond back with a cheerful "yes!" before waiting for her to continue.

"Great! I have called to ask you to swing by the stadium sometime today to sign some papers and become an official Seahawk cheerleader!" I jump up and down excitedly and tell her I will be there soon, throwing my phone onto the bed before grabbing my favorite outfit out of my bag: a pair of brown combat boots, some light blue skinny jeans, and a cute long sleeve shirt with a vest and a scarf. I grab my keys again, still jumping and spinning around in joy and make it down to my car, driving to the stadium. On the way I call my best friend from back at home—Aspen. Everyone always thinks that we are dating and everything, but we are just friends. That's it. And I have made that clear. I just don't know if he totally understands it.

He sounded kind of sad that I got the job, which I found weird. I mean, I realize I am moving across the country from Carolina to Seattle, but we had already talked about that. I guess he just didn't want me to move.

In just one week I have already signed two important papers. First, my papers to accept my job with the team and now my papers for my new apartment that is within walking distance to the field. A few other cheerleaders and even football players live here too—including Maxon Schreave.

Thanks for reading! I will try to update often! I hope you like it so far!

Sorry its pretty short, the other chapters should be longer- this was for more of an introduction.

~Ibelieveinprincesses