The Writers' Circle

Dear Diary.  No, that's silly. This is a Journal, not a Diary. And I'm only writing this because my agent told me it would be good publicity. So. Here it goes. The story of how I became a superstar.
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  It all started when I decided to enter Singin' Starz. It's a really cool show where you go to auditions, and sing and stuff. There are three brutally honest judges, who tell you whether or not you can sing. The judges names are Byron Howell, Gabriella O'Keeffe and ex - supermodel, Vicky Louisiana. It was pretty frightening, and is tricky to imagine unless you have been there before, so I'll help you out by describing it in full detail, using the notes of a diary I did on the day.
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Wow! Well today, I did the auditions! Mum drove me up in the old blue ford. It didn't look too bad, as Dad and my little brother Max had cleaned it with the hose. To be honest, I think there was more water on Max than the car! Anyway, we got to park in this really flash car park, with a load of Lamborghinis and Ferraris and even the odd limo! We walked up the walkway to the door which said "Auditions".

As I walked through the door lights blinded me. It was like
walking on top of the sun. And the heat! Oh, I would have got a better sun tan there, than on the beaches in Spain! I crept into the shade of a rather large pot-plant. "C'mon Mum," I whispered. I don't know why, but it felt like you had to whisper. Lights buzzed all around me, as I dragged Mum up to a reception desk. I don't know what else to call it! The desk was quite the messiest desk as desks go. Squeezing Mum's hand, I marched up towards the lady behind it. She looked about nineteen, and had all her hair piled on top of her head. She picked up a biro writing pen with her carefully painted nails and drawled in an American accent "Name... please" She seemed to pause in-between words, as if she had to think about what to say very carefully. I read the name badge pinned to her floaty pink designer blouse. India China. What sort of name was that? That sent me off wondering if she was from India or China or America, so next thing I new she was drawling "Hello... name...please" I jumped to attention.
"My name... um... name..." I mumbled. Mum leapt in to help. "Her name is Cleopatra Barker - Cleo for short," Mum whispered. The lady looked at me hard then wrote down my name on a sheet, muttering under her breath. She handed me a badge with the Singin' Starz logo on it. " Pin this... on your... jumper and go...along the corridor... first door on the left...bye...good luck!". Walking along with Mum, I turned and waved at India China. This was nerve-racking. Breathing deeply, I turned the handle on a room marked Waiting room. Even though this was only the waiting room, I was scared. I was going to meet my opposition! The door opened, and I stepped in...