By the way, special guest star: Ally's crazy-ass cousin, Rosie! The character I made up in all of my stories.
Two days have passed. Dad and I were heading to New York.
My stage fright has to stop. MUNY is the school of my dreams. If my stage fright gets in the way, then my dream will be crushed.
Why wouldn't they picked me? I wouldn't say I'm the best, but I need to have some confidence in me.
They're must be a ton of other kids auditioning to get into this school. Most of them could possibly be a thousand times more talented than me. Dancers, singers, musicians, actors, comedians, stunt actors, and other forms of performing arts are coming to this school.
"You can do this, Ally," said Dad. "I have faith in you whatsoever."
"Thank you, Dad." I smiled.
Finally, we're here. New York seems to be a lot more different from Miami. So crowded, too many rude people, a lot of fascinating sights, and has the noticeable scent of trash all over.
Dad and I were in a taxi. We were heading to the school.
When we got there, it looked pretty packed. There's students and their parents in a line.
We had to wait in line for half an hour. Finally, we were at the top.
"Name?" said the lady.
"Ally Dawson," I said.
"Okay. Ally, may I have your application?"
"Here you go," said Dad. He handed her my application.
"Alright. You are number forty-six, Ally. Go into the auditorium and wait in there for the auditions to start."
"Thank you."
Dad and I walked into the school. It looked amazing. This place didn't even look like a school.
We sat in seats at the auditorium. A bunch of other people were there as well. I wonder what some of these kids are going to do for their auditions.
After an hour passed, two unfamiliar people walked up onto the stage.
The man had on glasses and was bald. He was dark-skinned and looked like a music producer.
The woman had medium-length, dark brown hair with brown eyes. She was tall and had a long face.
"Hello, everyone," said the woman. "Welcome to the Music University of New York. I am DaMonica Dixon, vice principal."
"And I am Jimmy Starr," said the man, "principal of the school. We would like to thank everyone for coming out today. I would love to see some new, fresh, and talented students come into my school. We will give you a score between 1 to 12 which will determine whether you got what it takes to be in this school. Now let's see what you can do."
They both went to sit down in the table in front of the stage.
A few people had started their auditions. Some of them were good, but the others weren't so good. I felt so sorry for the people who failed at this.
"Number eleven," said DaMonica.
A very tall, redheaded boy walked up on stage. He had a strange style. The guy had on a ridiculous t-shirt and colorful pants.
"What's your name, red?" asked Jimmy.
"Dez Finklestor," said the guy.
"So what type of performing do you do, Dez?"
"I'm a director. I always have a camera with me. My dream is to make movies and music videos for the most famous people out there."
"What do you have for your audition, Dez?" asked DaMonica.
"I have to show y'all a short preview of a movie I made up called Avenging Heather."
We saw a preview of his short film. It was thriller and full of suspense. It was about a guy, who's sister has been murdered. Now he tries to find the people who murdered her and why they did.
After it said COMING SOON, DaMonica and Jimmy started clapping for Dez.
"Dez, I must say you have such imagination and creativity." said DaMonica.
"So much suspense, action, and thrills," said Jimmy. "We're giving you…an eight!"
After Dez, a few more kids came up. Then, it came to number eighteen.
A tall girl with long, brown straight hair, brown eyes, and olive skin walked up onto the stage. She had a violin in her hands.
"Hey, I'm Rosie," she said. "I sing, I play four different instruments, that includes violin, drums, trumpet, and flute. I also do comedy, but I couldn't think of any jokes on the way over here. So I will be doing the Devil Went Down To Georgia." She started her violin.
The devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "Boy let me tell you what
"I guess you didn't know it
But I'm a fiddle player too
And if you'd care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with you"
"Now you play pretty good fiddle, son
But give the devil his due
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"
The boy said "My name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet and you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best that's ever been"
Johhny you resin up your bow
And play your fiddle hard
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia
And the devil deals the cards
And if you win
You get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose
The devil gets your soul
The devil openned up his case
And he said "I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he resined up his bow
And he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this
When the devil finished Johnny said
"Well you're pretty good, old son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done"
Fire on the mountain, run boys run
The devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny does your dog bite, no child no
The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said "Devil, just come on back
If you ever want to try again
But I told you once, you son of a bitch
I'm the best that's ever been"
He played
Fire on the mountain, run boys run
The devil's in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough
Granny does your dog bite, no child no
After she ends it, they started clapping. She bows her head. They announced that we score is a nine.
My God. She has a nine. What if the people before me have a better chance than me? I might be doomed already.
Forty-five minutes passed. Only a few had gotten pretty high scores. The highest so far has been a nine.
"Number forty-six," Jimmy called out.
Oh my god. I'm forty-six! It was me.
"Go Ally," Dad whispered.
I walked up on stage. My balance was almost once I stepped on the mini stairs.
I stood up there and hesitated a bit.
"Hi, I'm Ally Dawson," I said. "I play guitar and piano. I can sing too."
"Let's see if you got a voice, Ally," said DaMonica.
Then, I sat down with my legs criss-crossed.
"May I?" I said. My hand extended out to the cup with pencils in them on their table.
"Sure," said Jimmy.
I took the cup and pour the pencils out. My eyes closed. Then, I started a beat with the cup. As the beat goes on, I sang:
I got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle 'a whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say?
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
My eyes opened. The fear I had all my life was disappearing.
I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
The one with the prettiest of views
It's got mountains, it's got rivers, it's got sights to give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my walk
You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
I stopped. DaMonica smiled at me. I glanced over at Jimmy. The look on his face was curious. It worried me.
Suddenly, the curious face turned into a smile. He gave me a thumbs up.
"You got talent, girl," he said. "Some fine rhythm and an awesome voice. I give you…a ten."