My sister's a superstar. So why am I forgotten?
Chapter 7- Auditions and devilish smiles.
Never, I repeat never underestimate the determination of a girl forgotten. 'Cause that's what Nick has done, he's forgotten me. Bastard. But…… but I still love him, that's the worst part. He could be cheating on me and I'd still forgive him. It sucks, it really does. But I forget it for a few hours every day when I turn my music on and start to move. Jenny has sent my application into a movie for me to be the choreographer. She won't tell me which one unless I get called for an interview, where they'll ask me to perform three dances. Got them all thought out: 'Forever and Always- Piano version', 'More' by Selena Gomez and 'Black Wedding' by Meg & Dia. I have to show that I can do any genre, any kind of music, any length of song. My fingertips drift over the keys to the family's (Demi's) piano. Maybe someday I'll learn an instrument. Maybe, but not now, now I have three hours until I go to Jenny's and I intend to spend them perfecting my street dance tricks. Like spinning on my head, body popping, doing insane kicks and flips and last but certainly not least, the all important, in-the-air-splits. That probably isn't the most 'cool' move to do but its something I can't do, and I will practice it until I have mastered it completely. 'Get Low' is playing, half an hour later, when Jenny and my mom burst through my door and collapse onto my bed.
"YOU GOT THE AUDITION!"
Ok I really feel like Demi now. Got to watch it or I'll start dyeing my hair brown, date Joe even though I'm in love with Nick, and generally become a stuck up snob. Yeah, must watch that. But slowly, extremely slowly, the meaning of Jenny's words sinks in. I. Got. The. Audition. No way!!! Oh my god!!!!! Dimly aware of the other people in my room, I start doing a really funny happy dance. It lasts for about a minute, in which my mom and Jenny have almost wet themselves. Then something else flashes into my head.
"Which movie? You said you'd tell me if I got the interview/audition."
My words are addresses to Jenny but it's my mom who answers.
"Honey, try not to freak ok?"
Er, what kind of question is that? What ever this is it can't be good.
"It's Camp Rock 2."
Oh. Right. HOLY CRAP SHE'S GONNA KILL ME!!!!! Wait, why should I care? I have as much right to try to get a job on that movie as she did two years ago. I refuse to be scared by my younger twin. And there's a lot to be said for twenty minutes. As a wave of confidence washes over me I realise that my mom and Jenny are crapping themselves, waiting for my answer.
"Doesn't matter. Just don't tell her, if I don't get it she'll never know, and if I do she can find out in dance rehearsals."
They look at me with something very close to respect and admiration shining in their eyes.
"That's right. And you will get the job, I know you will. Come on, my studio, now."
And that's how I spent the next five hours, going over my dances over and over and over again. But if I get the job, it's worth it.
Three months later, after the audition/ interview.
The phone blares. Unusually I am not dancing, but sitting quietly on the sofa, thinking, looking at a picture in my hands. It's of me and Nick, when I was in hospital, before he left. We're smiling, gazing into each other's eyes, completely unaware that Joe had a camera and was prepared to use it. Well, that's what he said. Strange child, but hey, he was harmless. Stings a bit that he can't be bothered to pick up his mobile and call though. A text would do. But who am I trying to fool here? The real reason I am staring at this photo is that I might, just might, be seeing him when CR 2 is filmed. And the few months before hand. Might. It's a long shot but a shot at least. So, back to the phone. Every time someone rings I jump up and dash to answer it. My audition went well I think. They seemed pleased with my dances. Well, that's what it looked like.
"Yes? Yes this is her mother. Yes, right, thank you very much."
I didn't get it. She'd have been over them moon if I had. God this sucks. Why does Demi have to have all the luck? I push the picture of me smiling away and lye back on the sofa, burying my head in the cushions. Mom calls Jenny, tells her to come her, I hear her whisper something but I'm too sad to try and listen. I didn't get it. I'll never see Nick again. I don't have his number and I know Demi won't give it to me. Who did I kill in a past life? Must have been someone important because I'm paying for it now. About 15 minutes later I hear the gravel in the drive way crunch under Jenny's tires. I pick my iPod and turn up some random music up loud, not bothering to listen to it but needing something to drown out the despair of failure. I can't bear them whispering about me. Their footsteps sound of the wooden floor and the chairs next to me groan as they are sat in. Stupid complaining chairs. They think they've got problems, they should try being me. And now I'm talking to myself ranting about inanimate objects. Oh god. Just kill me now.
"Kat, honey, sit up and listen to us."
Sighing I do as my mother commands and pull the earphones from my ears. They're smiling. But that must mean……………. no way.
"You got it."
OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AH!!!!!! I just smile though, keeping my inner freak out, well, inner.
"Well done Katy. I am so proud and so is your mom. The company are going to come round tomorrow with a contract and a cd with the songs on. You made it."
But I shake my head at this. That's not right.
"No, I am just starting to make it. This is the first step, the hardest. But just a step. I have to get jobs consistently despite my sister before I know I've made it."
But inside I'm glowing. I did it. I got a job. On a movie. I'm going to see Nick. I'm going to be a choreographer for a major movie. And I'll get to see Nick. And annoy the hell out of Demi. Leaning back a huge, evil grin creeps over my face. Oh yes, this is going to be a lot of fun.
right, the end of chapter 7. and thank you sooooooooo much Liz, thank you and hope you enjoyed this chapter. Keep review people. please xxxxxx
