It's an audition

Bria passed through the tent's curtains, her eyes blinking in the relative darkness. When her eyes finally adjusted she realized there was a line-up of girls her age waiting to be processed at one of two tables. She still wasn't sure what everyone was here for but she didn't want to show her ignorance.

"Hi," she said to a nearby girl, a little dismayed to find that the girl was just as beautiful as Bria herself.

The girl looked over at her, assessing her quickly. Bria tried not to squirm as she recalled her recent antics. Noticing that the girls were mostly made-up perfectly and obviously knew why they were here didn't help matters any.

"I'm Bria Juergens," she volunteered with an outstretched hand, hoping to get the girl to talk.

Sighing, and realizing Bria wasn't going to go away or give up, the brunette's well-manicured hand shook Bria's, holding it in a crushing grip a moment longer as she inspected the glittery green nails Bria had experimentally applied the day before.

"Rachel," was all she said. Bria's beauty contestant training came in handy as she squashed the grimace she might have given at either the painful grip or the lack of informative response.

"So, what brings you here?" Bria asked, keeping a straight face as the girl eyed her like she was the village idiot.

"Uh, the audition, you think?"

Bria bit back a snarky answer as the line progressed, listening to some of the chatter in hopes of hearing what they were auditioning for. With a line-up like this and so many pretty girls it was bound to be something special. And whatever it was they would see Bria and pick her.