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"I'm scared..." I say, glancing at my friends. They all look at me with that same annoyed look they've given me all week.

"Don't be nervous," Erik says, running his fingers through his recenty-cut, dirty blond hair.

"We'll all be there, rooting for you."

Panic starts to set in.

"What if I screw up? What if I'm off key? What if I fall and make a complete idiot of myself? And you KNOW how I can't concentrate when I'm this nervous! Oh God, what if-"

"Girl, shut up before I slap you!" Jessie cries.

"You've practiced the routine millions of times, you've sung that godforsaken song so much that it is permanently tattooed on my forehead, and being nervous had NEVER affected your performance; I think it makes you work harder and better. And plus, I've seen the other acts and you've got a helluva chance!" I smile at her little speech, knowing she's right.

We've been best friends forever and sometimes I think she knows me better than I know myself. Her stern expression relaxes into a grin, and she walks over to give me a reassuring hug.

Jonathan steps up beside her. "You know we love you and we'll be proud of you no matter what," he says in his always relaxed voice.

I smile at him and gave him a hug as well. Jonathan is my best friend in the world. Jessie, of course, will always be my girl, my sister, but nothing could compare to what Jonathan and I have. No, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend like most people assume. We are best friends, and always will be.

Jonathan steps away from me and gives me a kiss on my forehead. "Go out there and kick ass."

I look into his ice blue eyes; eyes that I have looked into countless times for comfort, guidance and friendship. How I loved his eyes.

"CLAIRE, PLEASE COME TO THE STAGE." a voice is heard over the loudspeaker.

"We'll be watching!" is the last thing I hear as I rush out into the blinding lights and wait for the music to start.

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