MYSTY
I was dying of curiosity, waiting outside the Flame One building while Uno entered the audition room. A woman ushered him in; she looked like a staff member because she wore a Flame One shirt.
A few minutes later, Uno emerged from the door, eyeing me. “How was it?” I asked.
“Let’s talk in the car,” he said. He took the guitar bag from me and tucked his acoustic guitar back into the bag.
We walked to the car and climbed in without even saying a word.
“So, what happened?” I asked.
“I only sang the first verse of Colors,”
“And?”
“The woman in charge of the audition stopped me and asked me to dance,”
“Oh, and then?”
“I got it!” He said. I cheered and got super excited. I forgot for two seconds that this was a one-time thing.
“Congratulations, baby!” I said and asked
