Mia's heart was a drum, pounding out a rhythm of dread as she approached the auditorium doors. The talent show auditions waited on the other side like a hungry beast, ready to devour her confidence whole. She had practiced her song a thousand times, but now the lyrics were scattered leaves, blown away by the hurricane of her nerves.
"You've got this," her brother Devon said, his voice a steady anchor in her storm. He squeezed her shoulder. "Remember, the judges are just people. They put on pants one leg at a time, same as everyone else."
Mia managed a weak smile. "That's supposed to help?"
"I'm saying they're not monsters. They want you to do well." Devon paused. "And even if you mess up, so what? Every singer who ever mattered has bombed at some point. That's how diamonds are made, sis. Pressure."
His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket. Maybe she didn't need to be perfect. Maybe she just needed to be brave enough to try.
Mia took a deep breath, feeling the thunder in her chest begin to quiet. The auditorium doors no longer seemed like the gates of doom. They were just doors. And on the other side was a chance, not a monster.
She pushed through, and the beast, she discovered, was nothing but a room full of folding chairs and a panel of tired teachers with clipboards. Not so scary after all.