“…Eyes rainbow, proud and fantastic, and I’m going down, like the Titanic… Eyes teal, pure and aesthetic, and I’m going down, like the Titanic…” I finish.
The judges look star-struck. “Wow, umm…” The first judge, Amanda, says, getting up. “BRAVO!!!” Claps the second judge, Calvin. He’s really supportive, and looks like he’s in his twenties, when he’s actually 43. “I think… yeah, that’s the last one.” Says the third judge, Carla. “Well, you’ve won!!” The fourth and last judge, Andrew says. “I… I guess you have!” Judge Amanda smiles. Judge Calvin claps (some more) supportively, along with Carla and Andrew.
“WHAT?!?” Cassandra shouts, coming on to the stage, in anger and (a lot of) frustration. “Mom! That’s not fair!” She whines. Amanda looks upset and disappointed at her snobby daughter. “Well, Cassandra,” She starts. Oh, here we go. She’ll let Cassandra have it, and I’ll be in the darkness again, and Cassandra will have all the spotlight. Like Grade 3, 4 and 5. In every talent show or competition. Cassandra was too manipulating for Amanda. “You have to accept that you have given less expression and effort into this.”
“And Hana has given plenty of effort, memorizing the lines, and having that emotion. So well done, Hana.”
I jump up and down, squealing. I look backstage. Then I remember. I have no friends to cheer me on. No Kayla, no Leah, no Carly. (They were my friends, well, until they left the school.)
“Well done!” says a girl’s voice. And I hear clapping from backstage. I look back.