All Chapters of Mallory's Melody: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mallory stood behind closed doors, waiting in anticipation to ravel what laid beneath the obscuring metal doors of the elevator. The serene cadence of the soft jazz music whirring from speakers of the elevator only roused more impatience, eliciting the impatient tap of her foot against the floor. Contrary to her impatience, was Jason Trevor, leaning elegantly against the elevator's railings so grandiosely, she wondered if he had a leash tied to the neck of time, controlling it however as he pleased. But he was accustomed to the ten floors on the Starlight Academy, she could visibly see, and right then she felt antipathy for the peace he had then, as his peace caused discord with her unrest.

"WE HAVE THREE STAGES TO THIS AUDITION—THE JUDGING STAGE, THE PARTNERING STAGE AND FINALLY THE FACE OFF— ALL OF WHICH HAVE A SUB-STAGE OF ELIMINATION." Mr. William addressed the horde people in the room, the only people eligible enough to be contesting in the auditions, Mr. William's very words. He had eliminated over forty people even before the audition started, especially people from these three categories:1. Those with a hint of delinquency,

APPEARANCES CAN BE DECEIVING.Jason had heard that phrase a countless number of times for it to be as ineffectual as another mundane phrase prancing around town. But the phrase gained anew strength and influence whilst he watched Mallory Trent pacing around erratically, whining about many of her 'complications'. She was outright evidence that looks were deceiving because when Jason first met her, he thought her meek, the quintessential submissive and lackadaisical

STARLIGHT STAR, JASON TREVOR, AND NEW GIRLFRIEND SHOPLIFT AT VALLEYVIEW MALL."Preposterous!" William threw his phone across the room, discus fashion, the screen shattering to smithereens as it buffeted the accolade on his. trophy stand. "This is exactly what I was trying to avoid!"

When Mallory arrived at Starlight Academy, she was smitten with deep remorseRemorse from seeing Mr. William's livid face as she ungainly crossed the threshold of the practice room with a violin draped on her shoulder. He seemed disconcerted, scrunching his face at her, as uneasy as a businessman kept waiting. A pang of guilt whirred through Mallory's body. Guilt from what? She wasn't obliged to William to be early to class. And if she remembered correctly, he was the one insistent on her joining the academy. But now, standing