DAHLIA 

“What is happening? Why’s everyone looking at me like that?”

I heard Zoey whisper to her friend, Cassandra, whose expression turned into one of concern. “I have no idea.”

I was behind them, but they were yet to see me. 

Today was the scheduled second time and last day of audition. Martins Steebny was yet to arrive. And for us the auditionees, we were less than we’d been the first day.

It was either the rest were yet to come, or Martins Steebny had disqualified some on the first day. 

People looked from their phones to her. I was also curious. I decided to go online and see what...