Chapter22

	Whitney didn’t say anything, just turned her gaze to me and hugged me.
I swear, even is she’d wanted to; she couldn’t have used her voice at that
moment.

	“See,” I said, “I told you you’d do well.”

	“God.”

	“Go,” I said giving her a slight shove in the direction to the man who
was waiting for her to come forward.

	After Whitney followed the man back into the room to get details on
how and when she was to record the girl I mentioned earlier, you know, the
mean looking one, got up and walked over to me. She made a big show of it too,
as if it pained her to walk over to me because I was such a low life form.

	“She didn’t deserve that part. I did. I know I’m better than her.”

	“What?” I said totally bewildered as to where is attack came from.

	“You heard me. What? Are you deaf like those judges? She didn’t
deserve the part. I did.”

	“I don’t think so. Why don’t you just leave before you create a scene,” I
said fully enraged, but trying to keep my temper.

	“ ‘Before I create a scene’,” she mocked in a sing song voice, “Sorry
dear, but I’ve already created a scene.”

	“Well, then please don’t insult my friend when you don’t know her, and
she doesn’t know you. It’s both rude and uncalled for.”

	“Shut up! God, why are you such a bitch? All I wanted to tell you was
that your friend sucked and then you insult me!” she screamed, now making no
sense whatsoever.

	I just stared at her. That’s all I could do. I wasn’t going to dignify what
she’d just said with a response. I just raised one eyebrow and continued to stare
her down. She gave up a little later and just huffed off, slamming the door loud
enough to be heard on the next continent.

	I sat back down and waited for Whitney to come back out. Not only was
I tired I was cranky too. Great…. Whitney wasn’t going to be pleased with me.

	I looked up when the door opened and Whitney stepped out. She was
grinning like a Cheshire cat and I wondered what was up.

	“What has just happened?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

	“They want me to record in Orlando,” she said clutching an envelope
that I assumed had all her information.

	“Sounds good to me. When do they want you?”

	“Um, the 6th and 7th of January of next year.”

	“Sounds good. Let’s go home, I have some questions for you.”

	“Alright.”

	We walked home the fastest way we could, it was too exciting to dawdle
to tell the Boys of what had happened.

Chapter 23

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