Eight months later “Welcome to Vanier University auditions. We’ll call you when we’re ready.” The man at the registration table gives me some paper to fill out. “ Please confirm your name and contact information here.” I fill out the paper and hand it back to him in exchange for a number. I can’t help noticing all the people warming up. I’d expected talented musicians and vocalists, but this is next level. There’s a corridor beyond where the auditions are being held and a sign saying “PLEASE STAY IN THIS AREA.” I ignore it. My feet are soundless on the tile floor that looks like marble. The hallway is full...