No, I thought, it was like everything was crumbling down around me. My life shattered into millions of pieces, every song I sang was worthless. Every hour of practice meaningless. I had given up everything, after Darren my parents begged me to come back to Ireland and go back to school but I stayed for this…I had stayed for nothing.
“All the votes for this week are being debited back to the accounts,” I could hear Simon saying but his voice sounded fuzzy and distant.
“What about tomorrow, will there be a show,” someone asked.
“A last songs night, there’ll be no voting just you guys doing what you do best, singing, together, solo, whatever you want. Make yourselves happy.”
“What’s the point?” Smithy asked, I looked at him snapped out of my daze, “this is fucking bullshit.”
“C’mon man,” Louis said, trying to put an arm around him but he flinched away.
“It’s alright for you, you millionaire, this is all I had, and now I have nothing.”
Simon’s forehead was creased, his eyes completely turned off, “can you go please?” he asked, “I’m sorry guys, I did my best.”
****
January’s face when Simon told her, it crumpled like a napkin. I could see her mind flicking, coming to all the realizations. I didn’t know what to say to her or what to tell her or if I should say anything at all.
My phone buzzed, I was sick of this, his sadistic messages coming through at a constant rate:
Poor January, maybe I’ll
Come and comfort her?
Darren
That was it, my mind made up, I ran down the halls until I came to her dressing room.
I didn’t knock I just walked on in. She sat there with her back to the door, she had the news on, they were talking about the show being cancelled:
"It seems Cowell invested the majority of funds in the X Factor USA and after viewings for this deterioated the money was gone, he tried to sell off some other shows such as BGT but could get no buyers to cover the enormous debt he had stacked up." the newscaster said.
"Did no one want to buy the X Factor?" one of them asked.
"Rumour has it Cowell was charging too much for what has been described as a lack of talent."
I picked up the remote and turned the TV off from behind her, she spun round and anger tore across her face.
"You shouldn't watch this," I told her, she glared at me.
"You can't tell me what to do," she said coldly.
I stood there not sure what to say.
"Something will work out." I promised her.
"Something will work out?" she said increduosly, "I think you're underestimating how much I gave up for this."
"January come on," I tried to reason, "if you weren't here now, what would you be doing? At least you did something you loved, at least you made people proud."
"Made people proud?" she said, I frowned, "wow, you really no shit about me don't you? You know after the Darren thing, my parents pleaded for me to come home, go back to school, start again and I decided to pursue this, and now, now they can't even look at me because I gave everything up to chase a pipe dream, and now look who was right."
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Fanfiction"I knew what I was doing throughout all of this, I knew what I was getting into. They may blame us, persecute us and say it was all our own fault, but do not let them weaken what we built, you are what I have been living for. I’m not afraid anymore...
