Happy Moment

     I remember when my music teacher Mr. Netto began to have tryouts for the most advanced choir class in Tracy High School called Madrigals. I have always loved music, and I knew that in this class I would become a much better and more experienced singer. It was May of Freshman year. School was almost out, and we only had three days to try out. Everyone in my Concert Choir class could not stop talking about it. The room filled with so many voices that it made my ears ring. So many different songs at the same time. I decided not to try out.
     "I am just not brave enough." I would say to everyone who asked me why I was not trying out. "I'm just not good enough. I will try next year."
     "You should try out." One of my friends said. "I bet you could do it." I kept this idea in my mind all day, but I still could not get myself to go through with it.
     By the time Friday came, I felt terrible. It was the last day of the tryouts, and I already felt regret. I knew I was going to miss out on a great opportunity. I walked sluggishly to all my classes, and waited for the day to finally end. I was in Concert Choir for sixth period, and I saw all the people excited to audition. I could not take it any longer. I was sick and tired of all the fuss and worry this idea was causing me. Somehow, all that talk helped me change my mind. I decided to tryout after school. I wanted to prove to myself that I was good enough. If I did not make it, then at least I could say I tried.
     I anxiously waited in my seat until Mr. Netto decided to start. "I am going in no particular order." He announced. Then he began to call names. I watched every performance with anxiety. I felt nervous for them because I knew I was going to have to be up there in that same situation very soon. I could not stay still. My legs kept shaking, I rubbed my hands together, and my heart raced like a jack rabbit.
     Time seemed to move very slow. It was almost four thirty and I had not auditioned yet. Before every name I felt the temperature rising. Finally I heard my name.
     "Karsha Smith." I felt my stomach turn. My heart beat so fast as I stood up. I was in the front row, so it did not take long for me to be facing the audience and noticing their big, beady eyes staring at me. I took a deep breath, and decided I would succeed.
     I decided to sing "Dancing in the Street" because I sang the exact song for my fifth grade talent show. The moment I opened my mouth, I knew I was doing better than I hoped. I sang loud enough, had a clear tone, I was on pitch, and put some soul into it. When Mr. Netto told me to stop, I knew I passed.
     He began to make me sight read for a few measures of music, and made me sing notes he played on the piano. It went much quicker than I expected, so I was soon walking to the parking lot to be picked up.
     The next week, I looked at the door to the classroom. I skimmed through the list of names in desperate search to see mine. "Where is it?" I thought. I began to feel my spirit sink. Disappointment swept through me. "What did I do wrong?"
     That's when I saw it. My name was near the bottom of the list, and next to it was the word Madrigals. I hade made it. I let out a breath I did not know I was holding in, and cheered under my breath. I almost skipped back to my locker. "Today is going to be a good day." I decided.