Sunday, August 5th, A fancy hotel in Boston
Grandmere apparently doesn't like this place anywhere near as much as the plaza, because they can't make a satisfactory Sidecar.
Right now, she is lecturing the drinks guy on how you're actually supposed to do it.
Poor him.
Poor me. Today was terrible. I am so dressed up I can barely move, and tomorrow is going to be even worse.
UGH……. Summer school is better than this.
Monday, August 6th, Somewhere in Boston
When I got here (after waiting in line for hours) I was given an audition number, trailed by like fifteen million reporters, and taken to see this different judge who asked me to sing, and I did. I guess I was good, or bad…
Now I'm sitting here waiting my turn to audition before Randy, Paula and Simon. EEEEEEK!
Lars is sitting next to me, his hands in his pockets.
I just had a scary, scary, thought. What if I make it?
Oh my god. Ryan Seacrest is coming towards me. With Lana Whinberger.
Later
Turns out what Ryan wanted was to interview me. What a surprise. He said to me, "I hear you know Lana." Before I could say anything, Lana said, "Oh, yeah. We're like best friends."
He asked us a few questions and then turned and headed toward somebody else.
Once Ryan was out of earshot she turned to me and said, "What are doing here? Like you can even sing."