the audition.
My jaw was rattling. All these strange eyes on me, I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I leant my elbow on the windowsill and popped my head on my hands, like I was un-bothered and deep in thought. The engine rumbled and my head started bobbing up and down. I knew they saw it. I pretended they didn’t and that I totally meant it and leant my head against the window instead, where the vibrations hit my brain and shuddered down. I could still feel it now. These busses were once an hour and the fucking worst. Suddenly I realised just how gross this entire place was and panicked. My make up! I fumbled around in my handbag, a black hole of a place, trying to feel for my mirror. I’d smudged some of my foundation and eyeshadow leaning against the window. Fuck. I felt around for a q-tip and my bottle of micellar water and tried to clean the edges. “A cotton-bud isnae gonnae fix the state of that!” Some ned sitting across from me piped up. His deadbeat friends and desperate clingers on a