I sighed and kept swinging my legs nervously down the edge of the wall I was perched upon. So they noted my name and told me that I was going to be "called in" for audition. Every minute this thing was getting more irritating for me and some girl who was standing nearby, making nasal noises as if she desperately needed to sneeze in between her vocal display by singing out passages from Bette Midler's "Wind Beneath My wings" was not helping, either. She had a fantastic voice for certain and I would probably have given credit for that if she could keep quite for a second or didn't talk seemingly humble about (ie bragged) how she ended up as Best Female Vocal at the same contest I had ended up second years prior to her.