Not mine. :(

As I walked in, the nerves in my stomach tightened even more.

The first thing I saw was the table of judges. And unlike all the other shows I tried out for, this one had four judges. Which made me want to cry even more. That means I'm going to have to impress one more person.

That's a lot of pressure on me.

On the far left sat a guy with dark brown hair that hung in his eyes, who definitely made me swoon. And then, next to him was a guy with a bit darker hair and had a goofy grin on his face. Next to him was a girl with strikingly bright red hair, who I recognized as Hayley Williams from Paramore. Then, next to her was a girl with dark brown hair with blonde highlights, who I think was the lead singer from a band called Hey Monday.

I stop in the middle of the little floor they guy with the headset directed me onto, and the judges look up at me.

I instantly blush, hating being the center of attention.

"Hi," the guy on the far left says, "um, my name is Edward Cullen; this is Emmett, Hayley and Cassaddee."

I wave shyly.

"So, Bella," Hayley smiles politely, "why do you want to be a singer?"

I swallow nervously, then take a shaky breath. "Um, my mom died when I was three years old, so I was left alone with my dad. He's a college professor at Arizona State University here in Arizona, and he always expected me to be the perfect little student. I started singing when I was in the 4th grade choir at my school. I loved it. My dad always hated that I sang more than I focused on my education, and I moved out when I was 15. So, I guess this is just what I've always wanted to do."

I blush after I said all that, realizing I rambled on for awhile.

Suddenly, Edward claps. Emmett joins in, clapping faster and a little more enthusiastic. I could feel my blush deepen.

"That," Edward says, "was amazing."

I swallow. "Thanks," I say quietly.

Hayley and Cassadee smile at me, and I smile back. "Okay," Emmett says, "you must sing for us now. And then, we shall evaluate you. So, what are you going to sing for us today?"

"Oh," I grin instantly, "I will be singing Whoever She Is by The Maine."

"Cool," Edward smiles. "You can go when you're ready."

I swallow, taking a few deep breaths. I always feel like this before I started singing. That queasy feeling in my stomach, that soreness in my throat. But then, it passes when I start singing.

"She could be money, cars, fear of the dark. Your best friends or the strangers in bars. Whoever she is, whoever she may be, one thing's for sure: You don't have to worry. She could be rainy days, minimum wage." I continue singing, forgetting other people were in the room. "A book that ends with no last page. Whoever she is, whoever she may be, one thing's for sure: You don't have to worry."

I stop, sighing in relief that I didn't mess up.

There were a few moments of silence, then Edward smiles. "That was amazing. I absolutely loved it. I have no other words to describe that performance. I say yes, of course."

I almost died of giddiness.

Emmett grins a goofy smile. "I say HELL YEAH!"
Cassadee smiles. "Yep."
Hayley just nods, a smile on her face.

I bite my bottom lip from screaming in joy. "Congratulations," Edward says, his eyes not leaving my face. "You're going to L.A."

I smile hugely, trying not to jump up and down.

"Thank you guys, so much," I smile again, biting my bottom lip. "Thanks." They nod back, smiling widely, and I walk back to the door.

The guy with the headset hands me a purple piece of paper with a date, time, and place on it. I smile again, then head out the door.

Angela was waiting outside, and I hug her tightly.

"I'm guessing you made it?" she grins as she pulls back.

I grin back. "Yep."

I couldn't contain my excitement any longer and start jumping up and down.

Angela laughs, and I sudden feel eyes on me. I turn around to see one of the bitchy girls who were glaring at me staring me down again.

"So," she crosses her arms over her chest, "I guess you made it in."

I raise my eyebrows, and nod slowly. "Um…yeah." She looks me up and down, scruntinizing everything about me with her eyes.

"Well," she says, "it's my turn, so could you move away from the door?"

I shake off her evil glare and hug Angela again. "So," Angela says, "when do you leave?"

I show her the purple piece of paper, and she grins. "It's on Saturday," she says. I grin even wider, bouncing with joy. She hugs me tightly again, and I pass by Alice. I smile, wave the purple paper at her and she gives me a thumbs-up.

I grin again and we walk out of the building.