A low murmur rippled among the group of newbies waiting out their turn.
Some even leaned forward, eager to watch Sarah trip and fall off the stage.
"I bet she's about to wet her panties..."
"Look at the way her hands are trembling..."
"She's not that brave after all..."
"She thought she could match up to the almighty Deborah..."
"What a loser..."
"I feel so sorry for her already..."
"I guess her insolence must have gone round because even the executive producer is here to watch her fail."
"Go Sarah... you've got this..."
The murmuring rose in the air until Magdalene's voice snapped like a whip.
"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart. Impress us...if you can."
Sarah swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. Her palms were sweaty as they clutched tightly to her script. She cleared her throat and began her first words wavering a bit.
