Harry’s POV;
Walking into the hall and seeing all the other bands waiting to audition frightened me a little bit. I mean, what if we get turned away and get told we’re not good enough, what will that do to our confidence then? We held back in the doorway for a few moments wondering whether we should actually do this or not. “What are we thinking? We have to do this, just think how happy we’ll be if we win this, we could actually get somewhere instead of being the band nobody cares about” Nick rightly said as we all came to realise we couldn’t back out.
We all nervously waited in the hall as we got closer and closer to being next to audition. I couldn’t tell what any of the other bands sounded like as at the other end of the hall there was a hallway which led to where we all had to audition. The time was going past really slowly, but we made the most out of the time we had by going over our performance in our heads. After around an hour of waiting around, a man walked over to us and told us to follow down the hall where we will come to a red door which on the other side is the audition room. We nervously did what he told us too and once we were ready, I opened the door.
After the others had set up, I took my place behind the microphone. The band started to play the music from behind me, but surprisingly I felt no nervousness or shyness as I started to sing. It felt right, as if this was meant to happen, as if it was happening for a reason. As I sung the last chorus I watched the observers write down some notes and made a silent prayer for them to be good.
The music came to a halt, and the observers said nothing else but “thank you” accompanied with a smile. I really believed we’d done well, and hoped that soon we’d be informed that we’re through to the next stage of the competition which is unknown to us at the moment. Even though we had a few thousand followers on twitter, and a few fans we’re not signed to any record label, so that’s why we thought this battle of the bands would be a good chance.
On the way out of the hall the same man who had given us directions told us that we’d be notified in a weeks’ time by phone whether we made it through or not. We shook his hand and walked out of the hall, maybe to return or maybe not.
