A month has passed and the day of the audition arrived. They took the MRT[1] to their destination and along the way, of course, they met other people who were also going to audition there.
Person 1: "have you heard that this year, there will be a special guest who will be joining the panel of judges?"
Person 2: "really? I hope it's their music producer. I heard he is really handsome."
Person 3: "I hope it's their vice president. Although rumors has it that he has high expectations. There were a few times when the trainees fainted due to exhaustion."
Person 4: "I'm really hoping it's the president. I heard that he is even stricter and has only taken one artist under his wing. But guess what? That person is actually Wendy, the famous star! It is said that he never took another artist because he felt their skill level was too low! I bet they were only low skilled sluts that only wanted to take advantage of my man! I'll show them who is his real women."
Hearing the last three person's words, both Amelia and chloe made a mental note not to get in their way or they might face trouble.
"Buona Vista. Doors opening. Please mind the gap."The voice of a women came from a speaker, indicating that they have arrived. They alighted with some other passengers and immediately headed for the huge mall where The Star is located.
Standing at the huge backstage with dim lights, they inhaled deeply to calm their nerves. After all, who could not be nervous in front of thousands of spectators? Yes. Thousands. Besides the judges, creation has also invited the all the highly respected people in singapore and the rest were normal citizens that were quick enough to reserve the tickets.
"Miss, this way please. A stylist is waiting in your room." a female volunteer guided them to their rooms.
After having their make up and hair done, they proceeded to wait for their turn to audition, their hearts palpitating wildly.
"Miss Amelia, please come on stage." they heard a magnetic deep voice say.
"Well, I guess it's my turn."
"Good luck, Amelia!"
"Thanks!"
"You'll need it. Thank me later."
Amelia chuckled at her words and waved goodbye at her before inhaling once again. 'This is it' she told herself and stepped on the stage. The once dark theatre immediately brightened up and she squinted under the bright lights shining at her from all directions and photographer's cameras snapping at her.
"Good afternoon judges, my name is Amelia Chan and I am auditioning with the song Stitches by Shawn Mendes."
She scanned her eyes across the judges and was shocked. Both the presidents came?
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"Begin whenever you are ready." She saw the vice President gaze at her so intently that she had to look away, flushing. Luckily by that time, the lights had dimmed. 'here goes nothing.' she took a deep breath and started to sing.
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[1] the MRT is the short form for Mass Rapid Transport.