8 March 2008
Copyright© 2018 by Mustang
Chapter 2
Abby couldn’t possibly wait until three in the afternoon and had everyone in the waiting room for 1:30. She sensed the nervous, uptight atmosphere of the competitors as the families found a vacant corner to wait out the time.
Brad tried to reassure Abby that she’d do great in her audition and that he would always be her number one fan. He’d hold her hand, offering words of encouragement, and gaze at the beautiful, talented woman he loved so much. Returning his smile, she put his arm around her, trying to feel more relaxed.
To pass the time, Brad joined several other guitar players for an impromptu jam session. Abby followed along with a group of competitors, clapping to the beat and singing. Though competing for the few lucky golden tickets, they all had one thing in common: wanting to be discovered and become a singing star.
Jully Black was busy interviewing various competitors, waiting for their turn to sing. Britney and Amber held up their handmade signs, proclaiming their support for Abby. She could smell Jully’s exotic perfume as she interviewed her and asked several questions.
One by one, fellow competitors left the room to sing in front of the judges. Very few returned with a big smile, waving a golden ticket to Toronto. The others cheered and applauded, hoping the same for them. Most of the girls and several boys were in tears; their dreams of singing stardom were now shattered.
A cameraman was moving around the room, recording people waiting to audition. “So much for me singing at 3 p.m.,” Abby commented at 3:30 on the wall clock. “Time seems to be going backwards for me.”
She took her hair out of its ponytail, allowing her long brunette hair to cascade below her shoulders. Brad fingered several strands, then placed his hand under her hair and onto her neck to massage it.
He leaned in, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and kissed her. “I love you, Abby. I know you’ll do really great.”
“Thank you; I love you too.” She smiled, her hand cupping his cheek and returning his kiss. She gathered her hair in her hands and placed it in a high ponytail. Her arms pressed back, causing her breasts to push against her white top. Brad put his arm around her again, her long ponytail resting over his arm.
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