“You were a risk,” Simon started. I suppressed an eye roll as I leaned back in the leather chair. I didn’t know why I was called into Simon Cowell’s office. Just yesterday had been the live X Factor finale. The winner won a five million dollar recording contract. Unfortunately, that winner wasn’t me. I came in at third place. So why was Simon talking to me? Shouldn’t he be talking to the five million dollar winner? You would think.
“Everyone talked about your massive sex appeal, but it takes more than that. You have to have an x factor,” he continued. I ran my hand through my hair. Did this conversation have a point?
“At first I didn’t see it in you. Yes you are talented, but I felt something was missing. Demi insisted there was something about you.” I sat up at the mention of my mentor, Demi Lovato. Despite how annoying I thought her music was, she was actually quite helpful when it came to mentoring. She didn’t try to change me, which I appreciated. She helped me be a first-rate version of myself instead of a second- rate version of someone else.
“As the live shows went on, I started to see what Demi saw. You are a star,” Simon smiled, showing his unnaturally white teeth.
“I know you didn’t win. But,” he paused to effect, “I want to offer you a recording contract anyway.”
I felt my jaw open slightly and I leaned back in my chair. I laughed, nothing was funny, but it was almost like a relieved laugh. My dream wasn’t over. “You’re serious?”
Simon chuckled at my reaction. “I am. I’ve actually already arranged for you to go on tour as an opening act with one of the biggest names in the music industry.” He seemed quite pleased with himself.
“Who?” I asked, pretty much giddy with excitement. Names flew around my mine: Katy Perry, Ed Sheeran, Cher Lloyd.
“One Direction.”
I slumped in my chair. “Them?” I asked, dislike was evident in my tone.
He gave me look; I could almost imagine him asking what eighteen year old girl wouldn’t want to go on tour with One Direction?
“Brooklyn, you haven’t even started in this industry, you have no room to be picky about whom you go on tour with.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but I decided against it. This man just offered me a recording contract. Instead, I said three words that I hardly ever say, “You are right.”
“I’m assuming you’d like to meet them?” he asked with raised eye brows.
You shouldn’t assume anything I thought. “I’d love to.”
Simon saw through it, and chuckled. “You will be spending the next three months with them on their summer tour, darling,” he reminded me, as he stood up.
I stood up as well, and followed him out of the grand office. “Can’t wait.”
We walked through the Syco Building. I swear, that was the biggest building I had ever been in. Not only was it large, it was also a beautiful building. It had a very modern feel to it with a lot of glass and white furniture. It looked expensive, to say the least. Located in Miami, my hometown, it had a beautiful view of the city and it looked out onto the Atlantic Ocean. I could only admire the view for a little bit, before I heard a lot of banging and screaming. Startled, I looked ahead.
We had entered the recording section of the building, which continued the modern theme of the building. Simon opened the door for me, and I walked in, awestruck by what awaited me; a professional recording studio.
“Come with me,” Simon said, walking ahead of me, not allowing me enough time to gawk at my surroundings.
I followed him through another grand entrance and five boys were behind glass, singing one of their songs. Simon put a hand up, and they stopped singing, putting their Sony headphones around their necks.
