"Mrs. Son, I'm really sorry. We've tried everything what have been in our possibilities. But you know, she can't stay like this forever."

"I know... I just, need some more time."

"I understand, but I need you to sign some papers till we..."

"Of course, I will sing those papers but only if you let me have just some little more time..."

"Let's have it, but now please come with me. I need them to be signed."

"Wendy! Hurry up! Or you will miss the bus and there is no one to take you there!" I heard my mom's yell from the kitchen. And she was right, I haven't got much time by now. I woke up early in the morning to prosecute everything, but as I have it in my habit, I'm always in a hurry in the end. Or I get stuck in one thing which takes my time really fast, that I don't even have time to realize. Speed wasn't really my thing, nor punctuality. Today was a really important day, even more important than the day I was born. Ok, maybe I take it over the edge so it's as important as the day I was born, same level. That's why I just threw everything in my bg and like a big wind I jumped down the stairs. I ran into the kitchen to give my mom a big peck on the cheek and catch some breakfast for myself in a form of a toast.

"Wendy!" I heard my mom calling for me, not really happily. I just waved her with a full mouth, like I have everything under control and everything is totally okay. I made it. You can make it Wendy, hope you tie your shoe laces to not fall on your nose. But haven't even had time for controlling it, because when I stepped out of my house, I ran down the street to the bus stop when my bus was supposed to come which was maybe taking me against my new destiny.

I never minded noise, I'm used to it because of myself and also my sister who loves to listen to songs loudly just to make me mad. But the new rising stars weren't any better. I sat in a crowded room full of people in my age or even older than I was. They were stretching like candy and talking about what they will do if they accept them into the company. I just occupied a chair in the very back of the room and took my notebook out of my bag. Best how I handled the stress was when I could write or re-write something what has already been written and for some reason I didn't like it anymore. I did it even no so I didn't have to react to the people around myself and make the time run faster. The room slowly started to be less and less crowded till I sat alone with my notebook on my knees and my things.

"Son Wendy." a voice came from the door. In that moment I threw everything into my back like before. Before I definitely left the room, I fixed myself in front of the mirror, leaving the room with a slight smile on my face. I walked into a big white room where not only one light was shining to my way. I could not see in front of myself but from my blurry vision I at least could tell that the people sitting in front of me was the jury which consisted four people. By my sides and in front of me were cameras which were recording me. Maybe it was good that the light made me blind so I could not see actually anything. "You are the last one. Wendy Son, 18 years old, singer. How long do you sing?" a male voice asked me from one of the jury. "Since elementary school mister. And I can play the guitar, flute, saxophone and piano. And I also sang in a choir at high school." "Very interesting miss Son. And why do you think you would fit into our company?" "Because you are the best entertainment under the sun!" I said the euphoria of enthusiasm what was inside me. And it wasn't really proper in this moment. "And I also think that any other entertainment would  not be able to give me what yours would. I think I'd fit in here really  quickly if  you would accept me into the entertainment." at the end my answer wasn't that bad and was serious like this day. I didn't like to say serious things, look serious and cold. I could not do it and that why I had doubts that they won't like me that much to accept me. The majority of their artists looked nice and funny, so if they would consider the other side of my personality, I'd fit in like a puzzle. "So what will you show us today?" "I will sing Halo from Beyonce." that was my specialty and I was preparing it for long days to make it perfect. In this entertainment everything had to be perfect. They were looking at all my moves, face expressions and even how I breath. I was used to people scanning me to the very small details. I was prepared for them and didn't let them to make me nervous with their looks. The melody of my song made me calm and I only concentrated to it, to the rhythm