“Daisy! You’ve got to see this!”
I turned sharply, startled by David’s sudden shout from the living room. He was practically vibrating with energy, a mixture of disbelief and excitement written all over his small face. “What is it now, David?” I asked, keeping my tone calm though my curiosity sparked.
He held a crumpled letter in both hands, shaking like he’d just been struck by lightning. “It’s… it’s from the audition committee! They said—” He gasped, unable to finish, instead thrusting the paper toward me.
I caught it carefully, my heart beginning to thrum faster than usual. David Torres, my sweet, quiet, observant, sometimes-too-serious-for-his-age little brother, had applied to audition for the national televised musical talent contest. And now, by the looks of him, he was about to
