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48: America’s Got Talent
I don’t wear the clip. It remains in my pocket.
“Why do you keep touching your pocket like that?” Maria screams. She’s so loud, thanks to her earbuds.
To avoid further yelling, I retract my hand from my pocket. She inserts one earbud into my ear and her melodic voice envelopes me. I press my fingers against it to prevent it from falling off.
“Sorry for taking you away from loverboy,” she offers at my glum look, “but this is important.” I respond with a wicked laughter that earns me the look. The look that says something is going on but I don’t want to find out. “What do you think?”
We halt at my locker and she releases the second earbud to me. I can barely hear her above the cover of the song blasting in my ears. I tap my foot to the floor in tune to the beat, her voice is insanely good.
“It is the song I want to use for AGT.” America’s Got Talent. She believes the shorter version sounds cooler. Kind of. “I need to send it today.”
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