Chapter 20

	After getting dressed and warming up her voice just right Whitney and I
headed downtown to the address prescribed by the business card the talent scout
had given her. 

	After stopping to gawk at the beautiful exterior we entered through a
perfectly polished set of mirrored double doors with gold handles we were
immersed in a lobby that oozed luxury. The carpet was wine red and plush. The
tables all had marble tops and all furniture was mahogany. 

	Making up for my friend’s shyness I led her over to a desk where the
receptionist was busily typing away. I cleared my throat.

	“Hello,” she said pleasantly looking up from her computer, “How may I
help you?”

	“My friend is here to audition for a singing part in a commercial.”

	“Oh, right down that hall. The waiting room is the third door on the
left,” she explained pointing to a brightly lit hallway to our left.

	“Thank you.”

	“Have a nice day,” she smiled and returned to her computer.

	“Come on Whitney,” I said dragging her with me down the hall.

	“I’m so nervous.”

	“You’ll do great. I know it,” I said trying to build her confidence.

	“Thank you for coming,” she said looking at me.

	“You’re welcome. Now, did you honestly think I would let you do
something this huge without my accompaniment?”

	A small smile played on her tight-lipped mouth. “You’re right. Well,
we’re here. You go in first.”

	“All right,” I said as I slowly opened the door. The room was filled with
women of all ages warming up their voices by doing scales or just lounging in
chairs that were sporadically spaced about the room. “Come on Whitney,” I said
pulling her in with me.

	I went up to a man with a clipboard who was looking around the room
bewildered and tapped him on the shoulder.

	“Sir?”

	“Yes. Are you here for the auditions ma’am?”

	“My friend here is. Her name is Whitney Stevenson.”

	He looked over his list and upon coming to her name said, “Yes, here
she is. All right, the auditions will be held in a room adjacent to this and you
will receive a piece of music to learn and sing in fifteen minutes. If you make
the final cut, you will be notified by phone and asked to return tomorrow. Is that
ok with you?”

	“Yes sir,” I said letting Whitney sit down.

	“So, this isn’t going to be as bad as you thought is it?” I asked her as we
flipped through magazines we had found on a table nearby.

	“I guess not. I’ll just go in there and give all I can. If they don’t like it,
well, it’s their loss, not mine,” she said with a wry smile.

	“You’ll do great. Just concentrate and I know you’ll get the job,” I said
giving her a hug.

	“Whitney Stevenson? You’re next. Follow me,” the man we had talked
to earlier called out.

	“Good luck!” I called after her.

	Through her head I watched as she learned the new piece of music,
practiced and then sang it. She only missed one note, and it wasn’t that
noticeable. There were three people in there rating her. They looked somewhat
impressed. I hoped they thought highly of her. It would be perfect if she could
get the job.

	“Bobbi!” she called as she exited the audition room.

	“Yeah? You ready to leave?”

	“Of course. I just wanted to tell you that I think I did well,” she said as
we walked out the door.

	“I know you did well, I listened to you.”

	“I should have known. Anyway, I’m going to stay up in case they call,
because I know that you won’t be able to stay awake and most definitely won’t
be able to hear the phone.”

	“Ok, let’s just head home. I’m tired,” I said pleadingly. 

	“Alright.” We walked the rest of the way in silence. 

	When I got in the apartment I took off my shoes and fell onto my bed,
letting myself fall asleep immediately. Whitney awakened me a few hours later
yelling that she’d gotten a call. They wanted her to come in tomorrow for
another round of tryouts. I told her that was nice and went back to sleep. Two
hours later I was up again, and we were off to one of Whitney’s gigs. 

Chapter 21

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