2009 Part 1

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Com on Harry, it's about to start! My mum is shouting from downstairs. I look at my watch on the wall, left for me. There's only about 3 minutes left, before our show starts. Since I was little, me and my mum, have always watched X-factor together, while drinking hot chocolate. It has always been our show, just me mum and i, my dad and mum git divorced when i only was seven, i thought my whole world was about to crack, but i didn't understand much, i was too young. My sistah Gemma don't like that show, she conplains about, she doesn't like, one of the judges. Simon Cowell. I don't have anything against him, he seems nice. Gemma have watched too many videos about him treating his singers wrong, he owns a record label, and apprently he is very mean to his clients, acording to her.
Well, I grap my favorite pillow, and walk down the stairs, when we first moved here, I didn't like the stairs, I was worried about falling down, when I think about falling, I always thing about 'I'm falling again' I don't know why, maybe it's because i stream too many videos of people writing songs.
I love music, both listening and writing, even tho i ain't that good, to write songs, but i do it anyways, just a couple ideas i push together.

'So, Harry. Remember the start of the season, we watched X-factor, and you said You'd like to sing there, and be a famous singer? Right. My mum said, and sat down beside me. Yeah. But i mostly said it for fun, i mean, i do want to be famous, but i have terrible stage fright, and could never get myself to stand in front of a packed audience.
'Well, you have a audience in two weeks' my mum saidsmiling, wainting for my reaction.
I can't belive my ears! I shouted. I don't know weather to cry or laugh, I think I dod both to be honest.
Really mum! That's great news!

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