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“What’s your nanized as the drummer of the band, Kam—didn’t even look up as he spoke toaround his shoulders, and it looked like it hadn’t met a brush in years He also sported a beard alth

“Micah,” I replied, flicking my dark hair back behind hs, the sweat that had built up onI was so nervous What if I made a fool out of myself?

Music was everything toin my life that hadn’t let me down It was one of the few memories I had with my father, a small-time musician who had been killed in a car crash when I was four It’s funny, soled to remember what he looked like, but I could closeme to sleep It eird how the mind worked

“When you’re ready, Micah”

I looked up and into the eyes of Harry Cunningha smile At least he was friendly The others looked uninterested, like they couldn’t care less how badly I wanted this

defense, I guess they had been there all day, listening to person after person, all just like me, convinced they were perfect for the band I was the last person to audition, which gave me the opportunity to leave some kind of an impression on them

This wasthat rich, decadent chocolate ht Because that’s what it caood the rest of the ht?

“Micah?”

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Shit Right I was there to sing, not daydrea to cal to overco “Wonderwall” by Oasis

It was the worst ninety seconds of my life

What the hell was that?

I stood there, mortified My voice had been so pitchy and out of tune it was almost comical—well, it would’ve been funny if it were soht out of Ae and feel sorry for the poor idiota fool of themselves

“Uh, okay then” Harry forced a smile

The others didn’t even bother trying to be polite One was snorting back laughter while the others stared down at the table, their shoulders silently shaking My face went red I was so embarrassed, that all I wanted to do was run out of the room