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Part 2 A-Auditions
*Part 2 will be divided into 2 sections. Section A and B. This is section A of Part 2*
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The next day, a huge line up of girls showed up in the caferteria. Preet, Harman, Nihaal and the two-sidekicks were already seated at the front and ready to get rolling. All the girls gasped, awed and blushed as I walked by the line, checking out each and every girl if she was the one perfect for singing or would actually HAVE the courage to sing.
Just then a girl walked past me wearing a pink anarkali dress. He hair covering her face. As she walked by me, he duppata fell over my face. And covered in the fragrance of her duppata, there I was...my eyes closed. All the sounds around me fell numb. The only sound I could hear were her feet, racing towards mine. Step by step. It felt as if the world was dead and her and I were the only two people standing. Suddenly, I was visible to the voices around me. All the sounds, noises and voices came back. I opened my eyes to see the girl had already turned her back around and was starting to leave.
Should I stop her? Should I let her go? Why would I stop her? - These questions echoed through my mind. I wanted to reach and answer fast. She was leaving. I had to call out to her. I put my hand forward and called out to her. Not wanting her to leave me...
"Excause me..."
She stopped in her steps and answered without turning to look at me.
"Yes?"
Why didn't she turn to look at me? At THE Prem Juneja? I tried to stay calm but I failed messierably. I was not used to people ignoring me like that. Plus I am not as ugly as Ratpal. But forget all that, she wasn't even caring as to who I was. Was she blind? And ontop of that, she wasn't even in the line of the singer auditions for MY band. Practically EACH and EVERY girl was there, no matter how bad they could sing. Something is seriously wrong with her or I am just over-reacting because she is the only girl that does not adore me?
"Why aren't you in the auditions?"
"Because, I do not want to sing."
"Why? Are you a bad singer or are you just scared?"
She didn't say anything. She slowly turned around to look at me. She was....GORGEOUS! Beautiful. Sensational!! I kept staring at the "dark brown eyes", her peaceful face. She was not even angry, or worried or even nervous. She was..just...like a dimond. As pure as a dimond.
"No, I never said I am a bad singer or I am scared to sing. I just said I do not want to sing."
"Oh really? Then why do you not want to sing?"
"Hmmm.."She pretended to think but I knew she was being sarcastic." So now, how can I put this so that I do not hurt your little heart?" After a second she was back. With wide eyes and sarcastic grin on her face. "I don't want to sing with YOU because you have a sucky band. First of all, you are not prepared to participate yourself and looking for a lead singer. Wow!"
The girls in line gasped. They looked at me with wide eyes. Who the hey did this girl think she is? She did not just call my band sucky!!
"You did not just say that!"
"Ooo..I am scared. What you gonna do? Go home and cry is it? or complain to the princy?"
"Who the heck are you?"
"Hmm, Mr. Blindo, I am a simple girl who does NOT like you"
"What is your name?"
The conversation was getting heated from my side but she remained calm with her remarks. And I tried aswell.
"Wow Mr. Attitude!. I told you my name a year back and you forgot? Do you have Amnesia or something?"
"I do NOT!"
"Do tooo!"
"Noo!"
"YES!"
"No, no no!"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
We were screaming on top of our lungs. Everyone present at the auditions plugged their eyes in disblief.
"No no no no!"
"No no no no!"
"Yes Yes Yes Yes!"
I was shocked by the truth of my own words. This girl...who she thinks I have known for a year, suddenly made me think I had Amnesia infront of everyone.
"So didn't I say you had amnesia?"
She seemed more calm now. So did I but only from the outside.
"No I do not. I will prove it to you."
"Oh really? What is my name then?"
She had her arms crossed to her chest. Waiting for my reply. A year back? I met a thousand girls like her a year back. Who was she? How did I know her?
"Excause me but I am not desperate to remember that far and I do not have amnesia."
"Oh, then I am not desprate to tell you my name either. And this only proves you DO have amnesia"
"Fine, but I DO NOT have Amnesia. Just gimme 1 hint. I have met a thousand girls like you in the past year."
"OK Mr. No Brain. A year back, a simple, shy girl came to this college. She lived her life the way she wanted. But then because of this one bet, her life was changed for ever. And this girl was totally different. Nothing like those Mini-skirts today."
As I still thought of this girl who she was talking about, I could not even say another word and this girl left...
~End of Part 2 A~
