If Only

Candidate 120

♣️13- Candidate 120♣️

I kept quiet about her plan and when the day came, she somehow made an excuse and soon, we were both sitting in the train, on our way to London.

"Where will you stay when you get in?" I asked.

"I don't know whether I will get in. But I'll have to board. I hope mom let's me,"

"She will. And you'll get in, I know it"

I didn't know where my confidence came from, but I knew it.

"You haven't even heard me sing. No one alive has- " she paused abruptly, realizing what she had said.

"Hey, it's OK," I said.

"No...I'm ok, " she replied, steadily. "I'm over it. This is my way of dealing with it. I'm going to sing for him today,"

"What are you singing? " I asked.

"On My Father's Wings from The Quest for Camelot,"

I nodded even though I hadn't heard of the song or the show.

"You probably don't know it. It's a film, " she said, almost reading my mind.

When we arrived at the station, we took the tube. And then, I was sitting in the back of the auditorium, waiting for her name to be called. And some of the candidates who had sung before her were amazing. Enough to intimidate me, but I knew she had enough courage to give nothing less than her best.

"Thank you, Miss Louis. Now can we have Candidate 120, Hannah Meadows,"

I held my breath.

"Hannah Meadows?"

I looked over to the front where all the candidates sat, but the blonde head that was there before was missing.