Heath stares at her for the longest time. It's almost like having her back. Almost. But it's the wrong Kye.
She still sings the same, with that incredible, soaring voice. But she sings a different song. And gone are the glasses and long, unruly hair; the flawless face without a touch of makeup. Now dark lines shroud her gray eyes, adding smoke to the rough-cut, blazing hair that hangs just above her shoulders. A black shirt and bleached, ripped jeans replace her old outfit of a t-shirt and shorts. He's seen her before in the hallways, but this is his first time to get a good look at her. The new her. The wrong one.
He loved the old Kye, but he loves the new one all the same. Still, this isn't how things are supposed to be. Kye catches him staring at her and he drops his gaze, reminded painfully that this version of her doesn't know him.
A quick glance at the other guys tells him that they are stunned, taken aback by this girl's performance. Appropriately so. No other girl in this school can even compare.
"Well, um . . ." Warren starts.
Blake takes over. "Okay, Kye, here's how this works. We each rate you on a scale of one to ten points, according to your talent in different areas of performance. If you score lower than 20 from the four of us combined, you're out, but if you score higher, you'll be in consideration, and we'll likely ask you to audition again."
Heath smirks. As if anyone could compete with Kye. And surely the others know this too.
But he ducks his head and scratches in his score for her. Now and then, his eyes flit up at her as he writes, wondering about her thoughts. If only he could catch them like he catches glimpses of her, like he catches the leaves that float towards him in autumn.
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