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Tyler had thought of the audition as something glamorous, yet when it came he felt more like he was singing at a bus-stop with faces staring at him from a traffic jam. They stayed quite immobile for a few seconds as if the last few try-outs had put them into a stupor. His voice came out strong despite his nerves and he carried the tune as if he was born to do it. One by one the faces turned from tuned out to tuned in. After the final note was sung he stood breathless for a silent moment that was soon filled with applause.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), February 22, 2016.
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The audition came like a train into the station with the destination blacked out. Sure, it was a train, but who knew where it lead? The clock in the waiting room ticked, the moments or anxiety carefully measured into those tiny fragments of time. As Terry was called he felt a jolt of adrenaline, enough to bring his mind to focus. This was it, time to show 'em what he was made of...

By Angela Abraham (daisy), February 22, 2016.
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Inka had expected to feel like a deer caught in headlights when the audition began, instead it was more like finding her inner rock-star. She owned the stage, hit every note to perfection and looked beautiful all at the same time. Her mamma said the music transformed her, took what was great about her and made it even better.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), February 22, 2016.
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The guys at the table went into a huddle as soon as Hannah finished her lines, their faces hidden from her view. She looked at her shoes for a few moments before finding solace by staring out of the window of the high-rise, out toward where the sky met the ocean. Then they turned, lips all tilting up toward a smile. "You got it kid, go give your information to Margret outside."

By Angela Abraham (daisy), February 22, 2016.
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I stood there in front of the judges. They didn't like me already, they hated me. I couldn't sing. The judges just stared at me. Pressure built up, I must do good in this audition. If I don't what would my dad say? It wasn't my fault. I opened my mouth and attempted to sing the simple melody of a song. It sounded awful but the judges looked amused. Then again they are also drama teachers

By purplecompton, March 1, 2014.
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The notes of her voice saturated the room like water, sound bellowed from her well trained lungs, ebbing and flowing like the tide. Briefly wondering how such a powerful sound could come from someone so small I sipped my drink absentmindedly, the frosty feeling down my throat shoved me back into reality. Her voice reminded me of deep red velvet and cinnamon. In the row before my own an elderly woman was hunched over, the tears running down her face shimmered in the dim lighting.

By awildmoisty, November 26, 2014.
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The first audition had been in a broom cupboard with an intern. Now I was led into a brightly lit theatre with every seat empty save four. A judge waved me forwards. "Tell me, Alyssa, what are you going to do for us today?"

My voice came out a croak, "I'm going to sing 'Like a Firework." Then I swallowed my spit and stepped up to the microphone, clasping my hands together to stop the tremble. The first note came out flat and my cheeks flushed. I stopped, the music stopped. Then the introduction played again. This time everything went right, my hands began to move and every note was perfection.

By sallydavis31, October 18, 2014.
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The audition was over in seconds. Now I know what you're thinking. You think that means I bombed, right? Well I didn't. As soon as I hit the high note they stopped me right there. "We want you," they said. Then to the usher "send the other's home,"

By sallydavis31, October 18, 2014.