The Fray

When the call comes – a friend recommends you for a first audition for a TV talent show – it’s a half-expect, fate, eventuality as all reason. The emotions are a grieving scale and first comes proud and the thousand queue, a cake topping sprinkling gets you past producers but the celebrities you’ve seen on the polished show product are entities locked in dressing rooms bigger than lounges in houses you’ve grown up or sat in.