"Walk like a champion, talk like a champion" - Like A Champion by Selena Gomez

They rejected me. I had failed. I didn't even get in! I was so mad but I didn't do anything I mean what could I do!? So for the next three days I decided to hole up in my room and watch Nashville because that's every talentless person does: watch a show with talented people.

"Marley?" I heard Clarion knock softly on my door but I ignored it because quite frankly I didn't feel like crying again. "Come on Marley open the door...come on please?" would she ever go away? "CLARION ARIA GATE, GO AWAY!" I screamed hoping she would just leave me alone. I didn't hear her but I assume she left because the knocking had stopped and so did the pleas for me to 'rejoin society'.

Even Jesse had come over to visit and surprisingly without Iris.  "Marley you'll be alright, your still talented and they are stupid for not realising it" he put his arms around my shoulders which was comfort I hadn't felt in a long time. "Where's Iris? did something happen between you two?" Jesse looked sheepish "She said you needed to get over it because its just a dream and you still have college and a career in Oceanography" I felt my blood boiling because just because college was still waiting for me to make my mark, so was Treble, it was my chance to be someone. "well screw her" I decided and got off my bed and begun to pace around the room. "You'll be okay Marley, you know that don't you?" Jesse asked with a rare sincerity "Yeah I will be"

Distantly I heard the phone ring- the landline

"Marls?" Clarion walked in holding the phone "its for you" she handed me the phone and gestured to Jesse to leave the room just like was doing. "Hello this is Marley" oh god please don't let it be Grandma "hello Marley, this is Allison McKibben, I think you remember who I am"

"I do and what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" come to rip out my heart? actually no I shouldn't say that. "Well you see Marley we had some issues with a contestant who we have selected and you are the first on the waiting list so congratulations darling your on the show" I couldn't speak I was unable to say anything. "I'll see you in New York on Saturday, I've already emailed you your plane ticket and someone will be at the airport to escort you to the stage. Goodbye Miss Gate" Allison hung up and I stood up in stunned silence letting it sink in.

"OH MY GOD I DID IT!" I leapt up onto my bed and I didn't even care that I didn't even how old I was because I wanted to jump in my bed because I did it. "what are we celebrating?" I stopped bouncing for a moment and saw Clarion standing at my door "where's Jesse?"

"oh I sent him home because a) I hate him and b) I felt like alone time was in order" I rolled my eyes playfully at her because her hatred for Jesse Smith was truly unrivalled. "I did it Clary, they let someone go and I got it!" It took a few seconds for everything to connect in Clarion's head but soon she was screaming along with me and we started to jump on the bed like we were little kids all over again.

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Millions of things ran through my mind at that exact moment. Hundreds I could barely comprehend to be more than jumbles of words but a few things stuck and begun their songs of repetition.

Was I going to tell Jesse or Iris?

I needed to pack.

I needed a way to the airport

Was I going to be good enough?

Who will I be on this journey?

Will Clarion be okay?

Do I tell mum and dad? Or let them be shocked by letting them see their daughter on international television. I had too many questions and honestly I was freaking out just a bit. Clarion made the executive decision that we were going out to dinner to celebrate but I honestly didn't want to because of certain event making me uncomfortable...

Hours later I stood in front of the mirror finishing up getting ready. The mirror served as a harsh reminder of how plain I really was. I had the standard brown hair, brown eyes and was quite pale and the awkwardly placed birthmark on my nose. When I was six Jesse said it looked a puppy nose and still twelve years later does not let me forget it.

"Marley you ready? Oh you look nice" Clarion very rarely saw me in nice things but she understands because we look exactly the same (minus the birthmark) and our plainness sometimes makes us blend. "So do you" I had chosen to wear my hair down and was keeping the hair out my eyes with a headband decorated with crystals and a black shift dress. "Shall we go now?" Clarion asked grabbing my arm.

"Suppose so" but she was already pulling me out of the door.

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HI GUYS I KNOW THIS IS A SLIGHT FILLER CHAPTER SORRY

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