It was too loud to bare. My ears were pounding because the noise was too loud. I couldn’t take it anymore, the noise was too loud. The noise was nothing, it was complete silence. I was standing there, in line just waiting. Waiting to be chosen. Waiting to be chosen to sing a song, just a simple song that could show the teachers that we could sing. I had no clue if I could sing or not. Did I sound like a tone-deaf old lady or someone who was born to be in the spot light. Confusion and questions filled my mind. The teachers looked, well, like they had nothing to say what so ever. Blank expressions were what they were. They had nothing to say, well, they could say that you were fantastic or you sucked. That’s all. They were born to criticize. The line started to move quicker and quicker. The clock seemed to be fast forwarding as the seconds then minutes passed by. It must of been twenty minute’s before the called my name but I seemed like two minutes. Would I make it? Would I be criticized? No, I was famous!!!