Singing With Life

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Chapter 3

"HANNAH !!!! GET UP!!"Breaking into my oblivion was a disembodied voice. Mumbling I rolled over to see who was so considerate. "Angie?" I said rubbing my eyes. "What are you yelling for? What time is it? Didn't I set my alarm last night?" Angie just smiled and shook her head at me. "It is 7:30, yes you did set your alarm, but you slept through it, again." I gave a sheepish smile. I had a habit of that. "Anyway, you have to see this, come on!" She said pulling me out of bed. I let her pull and she led me out to the common room.

For a moment I was confused, then I saw it. I t was a big, black, hairy dog that definately didn't belong on a couch. "Wha..." Was all I could manage as the fog of a rushed awaking still clung to me. The dog heard me and turned. His black eyes, glowing form the fire, gave me the impression of intelligence. Before I could say anything else Ron, Fred and George's little brother, and his friends Harry appeared. "Sirius we have to go. Come up to my room." Harry spoke as if he expected the dog to understand, and it looked like it did. When they had left I turned to Angie. "Is that what you wanted me to see?"

"No," She said, obviously surprised. "I wanted to show you this." She walked over to a table and picked up a letter. It looked rather official, and as I turned it over I saw the return address and dropped the letter. "Oh my, ... did I read that correctly?"

"Yes you did." Said Angie bouncing with energy. I could hardly contain my energy. "I can't believe that they finally wrote us back! Oh, I want to open this so bad! But we got to wait for the boys to wake up. It would not be fare to open this without them."

As I said this Peter came down the stairs to the boys side. He was very cute in his silk pool ball boxers and white T-Shirt with bed head. He looked shocked to see us in the room, but then I realized that we all were in our pajamas; Angie was wearing a tank top and pants, and I was wearing a new night gown I had bought ( one of those 1940s style numbers, silk with the piece in the front). He stopped at the base of the stairs and said, "What are you doing up so early?" All I could do was run over to him and thrust the letter in his face. He leaned back his head, grabbed the letter and moved it so he could read it. It took a total of two seconds for him to realize what it was. His joy and nerves were evident. "Are you seriously telling me they took enough time to respond to us? They only respond to people if they think anything of 'em."

"I know!" I said grabbing his upper arm and squeezing. "I can hardly wait for everybody to wake up."

"Well, Sam and Seth are on there way down, we were gonna grab so early breakfast and then work on some music. They'll be down in a second."

"What about David?"

"Oh, uh, I don't think he will be up anytime soon." This he said with a slight chuckle and a glance the ceiling. "He and Amy were 'talking' in the room last night. Thank God he learned that muting spell. None of us would have gotten any sleep!"

"Ewww!!!" I cried, hitting him on the arm lightly. "I don't wanna know that kind of stuff! Well go wake his ass, I want to see what they wrote us!"

"Ok, Ok! I am on my way Mistress!" With this he left me and went to retrieve the rest of those "who were concerned". About ten minutes latter we were all huddled at the table around the letter. None of us had been able to screw up enough courage to actually open it yet. Finally David said, "I think you should open it, Hannah, after all it was your idea to send in our tape."

"Oh, you don't get to blame this on me!" I said knowing that if they didn't like us it would be my fault.

"I am doing nothing of the kind. I just can't wait anymore and don't want to open it!"

"Fine!" I sighed, as ready read the letter as the rest of the boys. "Here goes nothing!" And with a flourish I broke the seal on the letter and read:

To Whom it May Concern:

Congratulations, your demo tape has been accepted by Magical Music Producers, and we want you to come into the office to play for an audition. This will be a closed set audition, meaning only those who are part of the band or ABSOLUTELY necessary to your successful performance are allowed into the audition area. Enclosed are your building passes, these will get you everywhere you will need to go.

Your audition is set for October, 18 at 6:00 in the evening. If there is a conflict with this date, please send a letter by owl to the address on the envelope. You will have 30 minutes. Do NOT go over. This is just an audition to help with ironing out some details, all final decisions will be made at a later date. Be ready to meet with the director of MMP after the audition, this requires formal dress. Although formal dress is not required for the audition, it is highly suggested that you be ready to present yourselves to the director at the proper time.

Have a good day, and hope to see you on October 18. DO NOT BE LATE, YOU WILL BE EXPECTED TO FILL THE ENTIRE 30 MINUTES.

Sincerely,

Amanda Shelby

Amanda Shelby

Assistant Director of Auditions

"OK, so where do we go from here?" Seth asked fingering his shirt. We all looked at each other. I was starting to think about the song list, and costuming for the gig. I could tell Sam was doing the same thing. Peter and Dave were so shocked at our opportunity they were hitting each other absentmindedly. "We go to rehearsal and start working on our audition pieces. Peter, Seth, we need you two to pick up on Sunday Mornings and Bright Eyes. Dave, do you still have those lyrics for that song we were righting at the end of last year? Hannah, time to start warming up that voice of yours. Lady and Gents, we have a chance!" In amazement and joy I looked at Sam, he had always taken control. I smiled at him and went up to my room to get dressed for class, half days the first week.

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