Chapter Twenty-Six
Tiffany
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MY EYES WERE stinging as we left the stage. Fortunately, I’d been able to hold the tears, but the moment we were away from the judges and the watchful eyes of the audience, it was Niagara Falls.
“What a f*****g jerk,” muttered Darren, handing me a tissue. “We rocked that song. I know we did. Hell, everyone else knows that we did.”
I wiped my cheeks. “I thought so, too.”
“The guy has a reputation for being an asshole.” His face darkened. “You know what? I bet he gets paid to say ‘No’. He certainly says it enough.”
“You’re probably right,” I said, although I knew the truth. He still wanted me off of the show. I just didn’t understand the animosity in his eyes. Unfortunately, now that the show had started ‘live and on television’, we weren’t allowed
