Billie's Big Audition. Kimberly Wyatt

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      As Billie stood there, waiting for the music for her solo audition to start, she thought of her dad. She thought of all the people he’d helped in his short life. She thought of how much she and her mum loved him; how devastated they’d been when he’d died. She pictured that love and sorrow drifting into her as the music started and then she began to dance. It was as if her body was telling the story of her loss. Every move was fuelled by a bitter-sweet mixture of pain and love. By the time the music faded Billie had completely forgotten where she was, she was so lost in the dance. She fell to her knees and closed her eyes.

      ‘That was beautiful,’ one of the women judges said.

      ‘You were telling quite a story there,’ Mr Marlo said gently.

      Billie nodded, unable to speak.

      ‘Thank you,’ the other judge said. ‘You may go now.’

      As Billie made her way back through the glass walkway and then the maze of corridors in the old building, she stopped to take a look at some of the framed photos on the wall. She’d been too nervous to notice them before. But now the audition was almost over. The dancing was done, all that was left was the interview.

      Most of the photos were of Miss Murphy, back in the days when she was principal dancer for the American Ballet Theatre. At the end of the corridor there was a glass case containing a pair of well-worn ballet shoes. Billie stared at them, mesmerized. They were Miss Murphy’s shoes from her first role as principal dancer, in a production of Swan Lake. Her infamous motto ‘Never say “I can’t” ’ was engraved on the glass.

      ‘But what if you’re not good enough?’ Billie whispered.

      ‘You should never tell yourself you’re not good enough,’ a woman’s voice said behind her. It was velvety and smooth, with an American accent.

      Billie spun around. ‘Miss Murphy!’ she gasped.

      ‘And you are?’ Miss Murphy asked.

      ‘Billie. Billie Edmonds.’

      ‘My favourite singer was called Billie,’ Miss Murphy said with a smile. She was a lot smaller than she appeared in magazines and on TV, and her bronde hair was pulled back into a bun. ‘Billie Holiday. But if she’d questioned whether she was good enough she’d never have recorded a song.’

      Billie nodded, speechless.

      ‘When I was your age, auditioning to go to WEDA, I was scared to death of letting someone down. It took me a long time to realize that you can’t let anyone down if you’re doing your best. Our motto here is “Never say ‘I can’t’” because you are the only one who can unlock your potential; we can only help by giving you the tools to achieve it. Do you understand?’

      Billie nodded.

      ‘So if I were you, I’d keep believing. You never know where life might take you if you keep trying and doing your best.’

      ‘Th-thank you,’ Billie stammered.

      ‘Goodbye, Billie,’ Miss Murphy said, turning and walking away. ‘And good luck in your interview.’

      Billie watched as Miss Murphy strode off down the corridor, her back ruler-straight and her feet slightly turned out from years of ballet.

      Had that really just happened? Had she really just spoken to Miss Murphy? She looked back at the glass case, at the words engraved into the glass. ‘Never say “I can’t”,’ Billie whispered, before heading off along the corridor.

      ‘Are the plates ready, Billie?’ Billie’s mum called from the front of the cafe.

      ‘Coming, Mum.’ Billie carefully unloaded a stack of clean plates from the dishwasher and took them through to her. The lunchtime rush had just begun, the tables filling with the usual mix of workers from the nearby industrial estate and mums with their toddlers.

      Her mum was wearing her normal cafe ‘uniform’ of jeans, T-shirt and black apron with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. ‘Any news, love?’ she asked, adding a sprig of watercress to a cheese sandwich.

      ‘No.’ Billie sighed. Today was the day WEDA were letting people know if they’d passed their audition. She fished her phone from her apron pocket. No new notifications. She went back into the kitchen and headed over to the sink. There was no point getting her hopes up. In the two months that had passed since the audition, she’d become convinced she hadn’t got in. The only things she could seem to remember were the things that had gone wrong. Having no shoes, the way Cassandra had outshone her in the group dance, Miss Murphy overhearing her saying, ‘What if you’re not good enough?’ Billie’s face still burned at the memory.

      She started rinsing the last of the dirty breakfast plates. Out in the cafe she heard her mum humming the tune to ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’. Billie wished she were somewhere over the rainbow, in that place where dreams really did come true, instead of scraping congealed egg off plates. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.

      It’s probably not them, she told herself as she dried her hands.

      But it was a message from WEDA. The title of the email was: Your recent audition.

      Billie stared down at the screen. The second she opened the email she would know her future for sure – and the grain of hope she’d been clinging to would be gone. Her hands started trembling. She couldn’t open this on her own. She headed back into the cafe.

      ‘Mum . . .’

      Her mum turned and looked at her. ‘Yes, love . . . Oh my God, have you heard?’

      Billie nodded.

      ‘What did they say?’

      ‘I don’t know. I haven’t opened it yet.’

      Her mum placed her hands on Billie’s shoulders. ‘Do you want me to do it?’

      ‘No, I’ll do it. I just need you to be here.’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘Any chance of a refill?’ Tony, one of the cafe regulars called from the other side of the counter, holding out his empty tea mug.

      ‘In a minute, Tony!’ Billie’s mum said, not moving her gaze from Billie. ‘Billie’s just heard from the dance academy. Go on, love, open it.’

      ‘Blimey, this is better than watching Britain’s Got Talent,’ Tony said with a chuckle.

      Billie opened the email and squinted at the screen, barely able to look. Please, please, please, she thought as she scanned the words.

      Delighted to inform . . . offer you a place . . . start date . . . swam before her eyes.

      Billie gasped.

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