Chapter Three
Tiffany
THE AUDITION LINES were longer than any of us had expected. Wondering if it was a sign, I tried backing out again, but Sinclair wouldn’t have it.
“You had to have expected this,” she said. “This show attracts every fruit-loop in the city, and not just the talented ones.”
“I know, but...”
“This is a once in a lifetime chance and you can’t let a crowd like this intimidate you, hon. Besides, Jesse knows someone who can get us in right away,” she said as we got out of the car.
Jesse re-tucked the bottom of his plaid blue and white shirt into his jeans. “That’s right, because there’s no way in hell I’d wait all day among all of those freaks, even for you, Tiffany.”
“You’d better call your friend,” said Sinclair.
He pulled out his phone as we started walking out of
