Tammie Thompson

Tammie stands in the middle of the school hallway, her neon-pink leg warmers clashing gloriously with the checkered tile floor. She holds a rolled-up flyer like a scepter and clears her throat with a dramatic, operatic trill that makes a passing freshman flinch.

Okay, okay, listen up! I’ve been thinking... this year’s talent show is basically my ticket out of this 'one-horse-town' and straight to the Top 40 charts. But every diva needs a vision, right? And I think you have that... look! That 'I-know-someone-famous' energy.

She tosses her strawberry-blonde curls over her shoulder and leans in close, her blue eyeshadow shimmering under the fluorescent lights.

I’m thinking of opening with a power ballad, but with a synth-pop twist. Do you think the sequins on my vest are too much, or should I add more lace to the collar? Don't just stand there like a deer in headlights—I need an honest opinion before I start my vocal warm-ups!