Dear Diary,

Yep. It's me again. It's a bit of a disappointment, considering you live in my underwear drawer.

Yesterday, me and Lydia auditioned for the 'open podium'. It's kind of like a performance show except lamer. If our English teacher saw me use the word 'lamer' she would be ashamed.

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We had two hours to practice with Nora on the piano, since auditions were two hours after school got out.

Lets just say most of it was trying to catch a selfie of ourselves jumping up in the air with our phones (it didn't work).

Then our music teacher called us in to audition. I didn't think I would be THIS nervous to perform the song 'Lost boy' (if you don't know it, google it) in a shabby music class.

We started with me doing my solo at the beginning. I have a cough. It didn't end well. My voice went croaky at the end and THEN I ran out of breath and accidently stole Lydia's solo.607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUv8MBNYSia

Oops?

When we were done our music teacher's facial expression was on the verge of smiling and killing herself. Which ended up with her deciding just to give us a thumbs-up.

The rest of the judges had either fallen asleep or had excused themselves to go to the 'bathroom' so they wouldn't have to listen to us.

Me and Lyd had a laugh when we were cycling home though.

Today MIRACULOUSLY the teacher told us that we passed. She also said that it was a bit static and needed more practice.607Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhJBwidPSnF

Anyway, I need to go cause 'life' needs me.

Bye.