EIGHT
One week to audition day
“You know what, let’s try something.”
Ramon was standing in front of the dressing room mirror, rehearsing his audition song for the nth time when Erin appeared behind him. He looked over his shoulder and sighed. “You really should stop creeping up on me like that.”
“But it’s so much fun!” Erin said, giggling. She stepped inside the room and threw a casual glance at the messy dresser table where Ramon kept his music sheets, study CDs, and other things. “I heard you down the hall and thought to stop by.”
“Ah. What did you want to try?”
“Feel it,” she simply said.
“What?”
“Feel the song. Don’t just sing it. Your technique is good, but it’s lacking…something.”
A smirk appeared on Ramon’s face. “Are you going to be my vocal coach now?”
“Pfft. I’m not qua
