Love and Let Die book 1 - The Nightmare at Camp Ch. 7

<em></em>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ~Star of the Show~<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Here it was! The night of nights, the time of life, the TALENT SHOW!&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Her heart skipped what seemed to be more than one beat. She had to perform in front of Lauren AND a live audience!! This was like... her debut. But she didn&#39;t think of it that way. She thought about Lauren only.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; But she was very scared. She saw the seats were full, there were even parents who had to stand in the back. This was going to be near impossible. How, honestly, could she do this? She was sweating even with the tiny audience of the audition, and what would she look like up there on the stage tonight, the show?&nbsp;Would&nbsp;a puddle form beneath her? The odds were pretty tight. She looked up at the stars and just prayed that she would at least be ok, and she stepped into the kindergarten classrooms to wait for her turn.&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It came too fast. It seemed like only 2 seconds she got to breathe, before she was called up. &quot;Come on, Ginny,&quot; Monica said. She obeyed. As soon as she got backstage, she began to shake-even more than she had at the auditions. She suddenly found that she really needed to pee... her heart bounded like never before. It was time. The Talent Show. Here we go.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As soon as the number before them ended, she walked up the stairs, and Monica followed. The audience turned quiet and still. The two stood there, staring at the huge amount of people staring directly at them. And the music started, all too soon. Ginny almost jumped, but caught herself. She looked at Monica, and back to the audience. Here... we... go...!<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay! My, oh my, what a wonderful day!&quot; They sang. As nervous as they were, which was REALLY nervous, they kept on. And then, the song was over, and even before the music had ended, there was a HUGE round of applause, and people even stood up-at least, that&#39;s what Ginny thought. Her face beamed. It felt... good, actually! It felt amazing to be noticed by all these people, to be thought of now as the &#39;girl with golden hair&#39;. <em>But thank goodness it&#39;s over! </em>she thought. <em>I don&#39;t think I could stand one more minute of this... </em>So she stalked off the stairs, and Monica did the same. After they were finally off the stage, she high-fived Monica and whispered to herself, <em>YES!!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </em>When the show was finally over, she skipped merrily to her dad&#39;s car, him following closely. &quot;Should I skip too?&quot; he joked and tried it. Ginny gasped, amusement sparkling in her eyes. &quot;Dad, don&#39;t do that in public!&quot; she laughed. &quot;What, am I too <em>old </em>to skip?&quot;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally they got to the car, and Ginny looked at the car next to it and recognized it. But who&#39;s car was it? That&#39;s when she felt pressure on her back. She saw to delicate arms wrap around her. &quot;You were great today.&quot; The angelic voice spoke. It was Lauren. &quot;You really were. Bye,&quot; she cooed, and she smiled.&nbsp;Then she&nbsp;walked, no, more <em>floated, </em>back to her car, Ginny still frozen in her place. That&#39;s whose car it was! It was Lauren&#39;s! Ginny&#39;s father nodded to Lauren&#39;s. Her father was already in the car as Ginny walked slowly to her car. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Wow...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Lauren Green.