The program I really wanted to be in was the Madrigals. There are a lot of people that try out for it, and not that many get in. The year before I was a Freshman, there was only one Freshman that made it. You can understand that I was nervous when it came time for me to try out. Everyone who was trying out gathered in our choir room. Our choir room can hold a lot of people, and it felt like it was about to burst with people. Our choir director, Mr. Spear, is a rather short man with fiery red hair. “We’re going to call 1 person from each section at a time, and then we’re going to call some people back tomorrow that we think we need to hear more from.” he said.
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Spear had said he was going to post a list of who made the Madrigals at around 6:00. In 7th grade I tried out for the basketball team but didn’t make it. This made me so anxious I just could not wait, so I checked at around 5:30. No list was up. Again at 5:45 I checked. There was no list. I was getting so anxious my palms were sweating. I checked yet again at 6:00 and there was still no list. Suddenly there were small rivers in my hands. For the last time I checked at 6:15 and the list was up. I took a breath as deep as the Pacific Ocean. I clicked on the link, and in the seeming eternity it took for the page to load, the rivers that had been in my palms before grew into oceans. I looked down the list. I didn’t see my name yet. My last name starts with, a C it shouldn’t be this far down! Oh wait! There it is! Yes! My hands, now bone dry, were thrown a mile into the air. I danced all alone in my living room for minutes in a row. Now I need to go tell my