*One Week Later*

My head was pounding. I pinched the bridge of my nose, groaning uncomfortably in the back of Andrea's truck with April One at my side.

She had written my letter of recommendation and was coming to the trials as my representative.

"How was it studying under Justin?" she asked, passing me a bottle of water.

"Every day has been grueling," I sighed, "I have never had to study so much my entire life. I would have happily gone ...