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LIZZIE, THE DIVA
CHAPTER 5: THE OPEN AUDITIONS
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Lizzie had gone straight to the Hyatt Hotel, where the auditions were going to be held, after school. Miranda was supposed to go with her, but Mrs. Sanchez asked her to go home straight after school. Lizzie went on her own, not wanting Gordo to accompany her. She didn't need the tension to build up.
"Numbers 171-180, please go inside." A man dressed in an all black outfit said to the girls huddled in the hotel's conference waiting area. He was holding a pencil and a corkboard in one hand. "I repeat, Numbers 171-180."
Lizzie got up from where she sat and along with eight other girls, headed into the main conference room.
The man looked at his checklist. "We seem to be missing Number 178." he said, his eyebrows meeting.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Kate barged on in. "Sorry I'm late," she said to the man. "I had to go back home after picking up my number."
Kate grabbed a seat beside Lizzie. "Hey McGuire. Glad to see you here."
"Yeah, me too." she said, smiling.
They made small talk about their schoolmates, junior high, the parties they used to have when they were younger, and other stuff only they knew. They were having such a good time talking with each other that they didn't notice how time flew by so fast.
"Excuse me, Miss Sanders," said the man with the checklist. "To be quite frank about it, we'd like to start this millennium." The man had been impatiently tapping his feet for a few minutes. Kate rolled her eyes and made the whatever sign with her hands.
"Good luck, Kate." Lizzie said as she watched Kate disappear into the private room of the conference area. She was left alone with another girl, Number 180, whom she tried to talk to but her efforts were just ignored.
Ten minutes later, Kate went out of the private room all smiles. "Guess what, McGuire?" she paused, then continued. "They really really liked me! They said I had a good voice, and I was asked to go back next Tuesday for a recall!"
"That's great!" Lizzie said as she and Kate did a high-five.
Kate smiled and touched Lizzie lightly on the arm. "Well, Good luck. It's now your turn."
Lizzie thanked Kate as she stood up and went inside the private room.
"Why hello there!" a balding man wearing an expensive looking suit said as Lizzie went in. "You're Miss…. Ah, McGuire." he said, checking his list.
Lizzie smiled. She noticed that aside from the man, there were three other people in the room, all holding papers that looked like grade sheets. She then realized that these four were the judges.
"Please tell us about yourself, Ms. McGuire." A lady wearing a smart blue suit said. "Keep it short though."
Lizzie panicked. She didn't expect to give a little speech! But she had to think of something fast. "Um, hi. I'm Elizabeth McGuire, Lizzie to my friends. I'm fourteen and I'm loud and proud to be one."
As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Lizzie wanted to slap herself. Loud and proud to be fourteen? How cheesy was that? If only Miranda heard her. She and Gordo would be rolling on the floor laughing.
The judges didn't seem to mind how cheesy her statement was though. The third one, a young woman in her mid-twenties, smiled at her. "That went well. Please proceed with your song."
Lizzie smiled, said a silent prayer, and hoped for the best. She was handed a microphone.
The first few bars of "Hero" played through the speakers. She was nervous, but that didn't show much in her performance. She was a bit inaudible at first, but then her voice took over. It was so powerful; Lizzie herself was surprised. She sounded a hundred times better than her rehearsed performance. In fact, she hit the high notes even higher, and was able to prolong it. If Lizzie may say so herself, she did even better than Mariah Carey.
The judges were obviously impressed.
"Miss McGuire," the last judge, a boy about 20, smiled at her. "That's quite a voice you've got."
"Thanks." Lizzie said, as she was given a folder by the first judge.
"Please go back on Tuesday for the recall."
Lizzie reached for the door. "Thanks, I will."
As soon as she got out, she went inside the ladies room. It was empty, and unable to contain her excitement, Lizzie screamed. "Aaah! I did it!" She then smiled at her reflection in the mirror. "Well, well, Jessica Moore- 2001, so last year. Lizzie McGuire-very 2002." she said, a smirk forming in her face.
She did a little victory jig before going downstairs, where her Mom would be waiting. She can't wait for Tuesday next week – the closer she was to winning the contest, the more excited she felt.
LIZZIE, THE DIVA
CHAPTER 5: THE OPEN AUDITIONS
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Lizzie had gone straight to the Hyatt Hotel, where the auditions were going to be held, after school. Miranda was supposed to go with her, but Mrs. Sanchez asked her to go home straight after school. Lizzie went on her own, not wanting Gordo to accompany her. She didn't need the tension to build up.
"Numbers 171-180, please go inside." A man dressed in an all black outfit said to the girls huddled in the hotel's conference waiting area. He was holding a pencil and a corkboard in one hand. "I repeat, Numbers 171-180."
Lizzie got up from where she sat and along with eight other girls, headed into the main conference room.
The man looked at his checklist. "We seem to be missing Number 178." he said, his eyebrows meeting.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Kate barged on in. "Sorry I'm late," she said to the man. "I had to go back home after picking up my number."
Kate grabbed a seat beside Lizzie. "Hey McGuire. Glad to see you here."
"Yeah, me too." she said, smiling.
They made small talk about their schoolmates, junior high, the parties they used to have when they were younger, and other stuff only they knew. They were having such a good time talking with each other that they didn't notice how time flew by so fast.
"Excuse me, Miss Sanders," said the man with the checklist. "To be quite frank about it, we'd like to start this millennium." The man had been impatiently tapping his feet for a few minutes. Kate rolled her eyes and made the whatever sign with her hands.
"Good luck, Kate." Lizzie said as she watched Kate disappear into the private room of the conference area. She was left alone with another girl, Number 180, whom she tried to talk to but her efforts were just ignored.
Ten minutes later, Kate went out of the private room all smiles. "Guess what, McGuire?" she paused, then continued. "They really really liked me! They said I had a good voice, and I was asked to go back next Tuesday for a recall!"
"That's great!" Lizzie said as she and Kate did a high-five.
Kate smiled and touched Lizzie lightly on the arm. "Well, Good luck. It's now your turn."
Lizzie thanked Kate as she stood up and went inside the private room.
"Why hello there!" a balding man wearing an expensive looking suit said as Lizzie went in. "You're Miss…. Ah, McGuire." he said, checking his list.
Lizzie smiled. She noticed that aside from the man, there were three other people in the room, all holding papers that looked like grade sheets. She then realized that these four were the judges.
"Please tell us about yourself, Ms. McGuire." A lady wearing a smart blue suit said. "Keep it short though."
Lizzie panicked. She didn't expect to give a little speech! But she had to think of something fast. "Um, hi. I'm Elizabeth McGuire, Lizzie to my friends. I'm fourteen and I'm loud and proud to be one."
As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Lizzie wanted to slap herself. Loud and proud to be fourteen? How cheesy was that? If only Miranda heard her. She and Gordo would be rolling on the floor laughing.
The judges didn't seem to mind how cheesy her statement was though. The third one, a young woman in her mid-twenties, smiled at her. "That went well. Please proceed with your song."
Lizzie smiled, said a silent prayer, and hoped for the best. She was handed a microphone.
The first few bars of "Hero" played through the speakers. She was nervous, but that didn't show much in her performance. She was a bit inaudible at first, but then her voice took over. It was so powerful; Lizzie herself was surprised. She sounded a hundred times better than her rehearsed performance. In fact, she hit the high notes even higher, and was able to prolong it. If Lizzie may say so herself, she did even better than Mariah Carey.
The judges were obviously impressed.
"Miss McGuire," the last judge, a boy about 20, smiled at her. "That's quite a voice you've got."
"Thanks." Lizzie said, as she was given a folder by the first judge.
"Please go back on Tuesday for the recall."
Lizzie reached for the door. "Thanks, I will."
As soon as she got out, she went inside the ladies room. It was empty, and unable to contain her excitement, Lizzie screamed. "Aaah! I did it!" She then smiled at her reflection in the mirror. "Well, well, Jessica Moore- 2001, so last year. Lizzie McGuire-very 2002." she said, a smirk forming in her face.
She did a little victory jig before going downstairs, where her Mom would be waiting. She can't wait for Tuesday next week – the closer she was to winning the contest, the more excited she felt.