“Please state your name, age, and which piece you will be auditioning with today,” said the woman behind the table as she picked up her pen to take notes. I squeaked out the information she asked for, nervously shifting weight from one leg to the other and picking at the bottom of my dress. I performed the piece that I had practiced every night for a week leading up to this moment, making awkward eye contact with the director after the song had ended, and I scurried back to my seat to watch the other auditions for Soundwave Glee Show Choir. A week later, I stepped into the first rehearsal. I was instantly greeted by a tall freckled girl a few years older than me and a curly-haired boy with a guitar: the first of many friends I would make
