Superman

Ch. 3 ~ Lost and Found

 ~Cara's P.O.V.~

Boot Camp. (1 Week Later)

There were so many people here. All of them good, if not great singers. That just added to the pressure.

Solo Artists Young Adults --à

 

I followed the signs randomly dispersed through out the building. I entered a room with about seventy-five other young attractive confident persons. Wow. My confidence level just went down the shitter.

The day consisted of getting together in a group and picking a song to do together. My group was Michael (22) who looked like a less hot Chris Brown. Andrea (23) who was naturally pretty with no make-up. Stupid bitch. And Jackson (19) a peppy gay twink who needed to take a downer.

Getting back to my hotel room, I collapsed onto the bed.

“Hey.” Opening one eye, I saw a redhead, about my age coming out of the bathroom in a towel. The only thing was the towel was around her hair. Her boobs were perfect, and she had a flat stomach.

“Your body is disgustingly perfect.” I said closing my eye again. I heard her laugh and the bathroom door shut again.

“What movie do you want?” I looked over and her hair was dry, she was in a shirt and underwear.

“Comedy. I don’t care.” She played Death at a Funeral. I changed into my pj’s and we spent the rest of the night talking and laughing.

She is 21, from Florida and lost her job. She had a one year old son, Dylan, but his father took him to the zoo one day and never brought him back. That was four years ago. The authorities told her that he is either dead or missing forever, and to try to move on as best she could. Her name is Micah Elaine, and she loves cheesecake. So we ended up ordering 3 pieces.   She ate 2 and 5/6 of them.

Her dream is to become a huge success, and travel the world. She wants to become as busy as possible, never having a moment to think. Every time she has even a second to her self, Dylan’s face is all she can see. When she asked me about my  reasons for auditioning, I told her because my God-Father won’t acknowledge my existence and this was the only way.

In all honesty, I pulled that out of my ass. I auditioned because I am bored with my life at home.  But her story was so amazing! For all I know she could just be trying for the pity vote, and she made her story up too. But shit, she sure knows how to act.

 The next day was more rehearsals, Michael is very quiet and weird. When ever he talks he talks about some comic book. I just want to grab his face and slap him until he realizes that I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! But that is rude. And I will probably get kicked out of the competition. Hold up. Since when do I care about being rude. I just hope I don’t run into him just him and me. Then his ass is screwed.

Lunch brought a relief and a much needed break for my voice. I sat with Micah and people from her group.

“Everyone this is Cara.” Micah introduced me to Karen, Jared, Sammy, and Sierra.