Singing. Loads of singing, nothing could be heard just singing. Emma and I sitting nervously outside the music room. Everyone one was practicing and waiting to be called in. Suddenly Emma went in, I was next. I wanted to have my turn and get it over and done with. It was too late to turn back now. Emma strolled out of the music room and I slowly edged in, it was my turn.
By Christina
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