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What happened to his hand?” It was Molly. She
had obviously noticed the bandages too.
    “I have no idea. I haven’t talked to him since
before the show yesterday. At least not since I tried to make sure he was okay
and he not very nicely told me to stay out of it.”
    “He was definitely having a bad night,” Molly said.
    “Definitely,” I agreed. The show was getting ready
to start and as the contestants went to take their places, Molly and I watched.
The four contestants that were left were supposed to sing together. I wondered
if Tristan even knew about it. I doubted that he showed up for rehearsal. I
watched closely as they sang and it was obvious that Tristan was only holding
the mic and moving his lips. He had absolutely no expression on his face at
all. If I could tell that he wasn’t really singing, everyone else could, too.
He was really blowing it. It was like watching a sinking ship and not even
having a life raft to toss out.
    When that song finished, they got down to the
results. The host did it a little differently tonight since there were only
four of them.
    “Ethan and Rosa….” he said, and then he paused as he
normally does for drama’s sake before saying, “You’re both safe. Ethan, you
came in second in the votes last night and Rosa, you came in third. That means
that Tristan or Michaela got the most votes and the one that remains got the
least and will be going home tonight. We’ll find out who that is…after the
break.”
    My nerves were on edge, and I could only imagine how
Tristan must have been feeling. He’d completely melted down on live television.
He didn’t look nervous….but he didn’t really look anything. He was flatter than
I’d ever seen him. I wondered if that was lack of drugs, or if he’d found
something to numb the pain. When the lights came back up, the MC rehashed what
had already happened and then he said, “Tristan….”
    I knew that was it. My belly was full of
butterflies. I was so convinced that this was it for Tristan, I barely heard the
MC say, “You’re safe!” There was a rumble through the audience and the judges
all had looks of shock on their faces. Everyone had thought the same thing I
did: that he was through. I seriously couldn’t believe it…after all that. I
guessed Americans were addicted to drama. They must have developed a new found
respect for him or something because he told the judges off. All I could do was
shake my head.
    Tristan looked the most shocked of all. I think he’d
already prepared himself for the worst. He still didn’t look happy, though; that
broke my heart most of all.
    After Michaela sang her final song, the host said, “This
year we’re trying something new. I’m excited about this and I think the
contestants and the audiences at home will too. Next week, the three finalists
will be doing a duet. The kicker is this…they can sing with anyone they chose
to sing with. It can be their mother, their best friend, their music teacher,
or the homeless guy that sits outside the theater. It’s up to them. I can’t
wait to see how this turns out. That’s all for tonight, America! Thanks for
watching!”

 
    CHAPTER
FIVE
    TRISTAN
    I woke up the day after the results show and had to
remind myself that I didn’t get kicked off. It was…ridiculous. That’s the only
word I could think of. I’d cussed out the judges, all big name people, in front
of a live audience. There was no way I should have made it through that cut,
yet I did.
    I was trying to work up some excitement about still
being on the show, but I couldn’t. I just didn’t have it in me to care. My mind
was racing with a hundred jumbled thoughts. I couldn’t slow it down long enough
to organize them. I felt like it was unraveling. I kept getting bits and pieces
of thoughts that would come and go; I was all over the place. I hated it. It
was fucking miserable.
    I finally got out of bed and into the shower. I
stood there underneath the hot spray wishing