Arriving
The plane landed. I had made it to Las Vegas. My heart was jubilant, while my eyes were tired. Seven hours can truly take a toll on you. But nothing mattered except the fact I was experiencing my dream. The dream so many try to obtain.
My mom and I made it to the baggage claim and walked around aimlessly for about 30 minutes TRYING to find a guy in a blue America’s Got Talent shirt. I thought it was impossible. The airport was HUGE, and when you come from an airport as small as PVD… It’s like comparing a giant ogre to a small little puppy.
Finally we found the producer holding a giant America’s Got Talent sign… wow, we must’ve been blind or something..
We signed in with the producer in the blue shirt and went over to the waiting area with all the other contestants. At first, I didn’t say a word. Not a word, just scoped out my competition. There was a dance group on the floor, all putting on their fake eyelashes, and stretching out. There was an all boy singing/dancing group called Next to None which I met in my New York audition. So I flashed a smile and waved hello. There was just so many people there, I wanted to meet.
