When she and Connor and their mom were finally belted into their Suburban and headed home, she released a sigh that had been pent up since her audition. “I hate when that happens.” She groaned and let her head fall back against the seat. “I work so hard for the perfect audition, and then I don’t bring everything to the stage.” “What are you talking about? You were great. You’ll get a callback for sure.” Connor was sitting next to her, since the front passenger seat was taken up with their mother’s computer bag in case she had time to write her latest magazine article during the auditions. But like always, the bag never left the vehicle. The auditions were way too entertaining. “Thanks.” Bailey let some of her frustration fall away. “Still . . . I didn’t sing it like I can.” “You were both fantastic.” Their mom glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled. “Did you mark on your sheets your first choices if you get called back?” Their mother already knew what roles they wanted, but kids who auditioned weren’t obligated to write a specific character preference on their forms.
