I had never ridden in a plane my whole life. I was terrified to. I had all my bags packed and was standing at the entrance to the plane. I just stood there like a deer caught in headlights. Summer pinched me and forced me onto the plane. I sat on the isle seat in order to not look down. The seats were small; the plane packed with people. I sat there saying to myself, I'm okay, I'm okay.

"Layla? Are you okay?"

"I'm not okay!" I said I looked around the plane, willing it to turn into a car. The pilots voice came on the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are expecting a smooth flight and wonderful weather. In case of an emergency…" His voice droned on and on. I just wanted to take off so we could land in Paris. I was getting very antsy. I started tapping my foot and looking around at every one. I saw a rather large man carrying a little girl in his arms. He was tickling her. She was laughing hysterically. I saw a woman sitting next to a man. They were holding hands. I guessed they were on there honey moon. I guess this wouldn't be so bad if I could just keep looking around at the people and making up stories to there lives. I looked over at Summer. She was quietly talking to the punk next to her. From the way she was twisting her hair around and biting her lip, I could tell she liked him.

As it turned out, He was a high school drop out, had several piercing and tattoos.

Summer is quite odd though. I thought to myself. I kept looking around. I saw an old man sitting by himself. I wondered what type of things he had accomplished in his life. He had a cane with him. I decided that he had been in the civil war and had fought for Lincoln… well that was a long time ago. He was in World War 2. There we go. A bomb was thrown at him and permanently damaged his leg. Yes. I'm a loser.

As we got off the plane, I saw Summer blush and hand a piece of paper to her little French man. I looked at her and smirked. "Getting a little friendly aren't we?"

"Shut up. We're just friends." She said trying to convince me.

"Your smile gave it away, Autumn." I said. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. She hated it when I called her autumn. Her parents cruelly named her Summer Autumn Winter. And yet, she still loves them. Crazy child.

"Where is the opera?" She asked trying to get away from that particular subject.

"It's towards the middle of the town/city/state/country thing." I said forgetting we were in a different country.

"Well, let's go then. I don't want to spend this trip trying to find the darn thing."

"Yes ma'am." I said laughing at her. She just glared at me and went over to a tourist booth and bought a map.

Later

"Here we are! Aren't you excited?"

"Ecstatic." Summer said dryly

"Come on, why aren't you excited?"

"I am, I'm just tired from the trip is all. Once we get a hotel room, I'll feel much better."

"I didn't plan on staying in a hotel room. There are many rooms in this place. All we have to do is audition and then we'll find out if have a room, or if we completely sucked and they don't want to hire us."

"Then what?"

"Then, we sneak in."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Your point?" I asked looking at her skeptically

"What ever, just… oh I don't know. This is just way to sudden for me. I need a good nap before I do any kind of auditioning."

"Well, I guess we are ahead of schedule. I'll go rent a motel and you go tune your violin or something."

"You say that like the violin isn't as important as your voice."

"I'm sorry, will you please go and tune your wonderful violin that is far better than my voice?"

"Now your just being mean."

"Okay, okay. How bout we both go in, rent the motel room, and we both tune our voices and violin. Okay?"

"Alright. Fine." She said reluctantly.

"Thank you!" I exasperatedly replied.

Later than later

"The heart will go on and oooooooooooooon" Well, so far, there had been no real competition. This last one was way over verbratoed ( sp? I think you know what I mean) and she held everything out way to long. Not to mention the fact that she chose the worst song that she could possibly chose.

"Miss Layla Ward, would you please step up?" The director calmly asked.

"Yes sir, thank you."

"What song will you be singing?"

"Think of me, sir."

"Please give your music to the piano player Miss." The piano began playing. My entrance came and I began to sing.

"Think of me. Think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye! Remember me once in a while, please promise me you'll try…"

Towards the end of the song

"You will think ooooooooooooooooooooooooof me!" I didn't the ending perfectly. Not a note was out of tune. I'm not normally confidant in lots of things I do, but that was one of the only times that I was. Not to be rude or anything, of course. The audience sat there for a minute than one person started clapping. The rest began, everyone was standing up. I bowed and ran off stage.

Summer's turn was up. She took her violin in hand and went up on stage. She played some kind of a really hard Mozart thing. She was amazing. She got the same kind of ovation as I did. I knew we would both be in. She looked confident too. As sat there in my seat, I thought I had seen a little bit of a shadow creep across one of the boxes above the stage…

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