Exotic Love (George Shelley FanFiction)

Today's the day, that everything could change, {Chapter 3}

George's POV;

Today was the day, today was the day that my life could change for the better. I hope to finally get out of that god for sakin coffee shop and finally express myself in the only way I thought was possible which was through music, I want to be on stages hopefully all over the world singing songs that I've wrote with hundreds maybe thousands of fans singing along with me but it's all down to 4 judges and that 3 letter word "Yes".

I stood backstage waiting for my name to be called, swallowing lumps that have now been forming at the back of my throat from nerves, I'm more nervous than I thought I would actually be. So many things raced through my mind at this moment, mostly song lyrics and guitar chords but one thought that came to mind, one thought that put a smile on my face, one thought that made the nerves feel as if they were never there that one thought was Scarlett.

"George Shelley you're on in 5 minutes" I heard a man shout, sparing me from my thoughts, I guess this was it, "this is it George you can do it" I whispered to myself. I picked up my guitar and made sure it was in tune, I had so much support from my Mum, Dad and all my family they were all here today for me, no matter what happens today I just want them to feel proud of me that's all I could ever ask for.

I started making my way to the stage, my heart literally thumping it's way out of my chest, I took a deep sigh of relief and suddenly found myself looking out into an audience filled with thousands of people, this was the moment I've been waiting for my whole life and it's happening right here, right now...

A tear rolled down my cheek as I clambered down the stairs coming off the stage. "Why George why? You messed it up you idiot ugh,fuck this" I muttered as I threw my guitar on the ground and pulled out my phone. I checked my messages to see if the one girl that could make me smile again had replied to the multiple text I sent her. No. This day gets worse and worse. What was I thinking? Did I actually think she's be interested in a looser like me? The only fucking thing I'm good at is making crappy coffee back home in Bristol. I hate my life ughhh. I harshly wiped my cheeks as a tsunami of tears came flowing from my puffy eyes. I marched over to a near by chair,put on some music and let the world escape me as I let my head fall to my hands,my tears escape,and my thoughts fill my head.