You Are Mine (a The Voice Uk/Danny O'donoghue Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven Go To Hell

"Here come old flattop

He come groovin' up slowly

He got joo-joo eyeball

He one holy roller

He got hair down to his knees

Got to be a joker He just do what he please...

You better lose yourself in the music

the moment you own it, you better never let it go," I stopped short. 'What the-?'

"You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime!"

'Come together - The Beatles and Lose Yourself - Eminem', I thought, smirking in apprehension as I tried concentrating on the voice. 'A mash-up, I see,' He was good, but not that special. You wouldn't recognize him if you didn't know whose voice it was. But on the other side he did leave an impression - that for sure - with mixing two quite known and actually totally different songs in their structure and melody together.

'Interesting'

"You better lose yourself in the music, the moment you own it, you better never let it go-" And Will turned around.

"You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime." (A/N: Sorry I'm writing so much of the lyrics, I just love that part of the song)

I snapped my head to the right as Danny turned as well, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he nodded towards Will, who shook his head in annoyance.

I watched Danny goofing around for a while, singing mutely with the dude. From reading his expression he seemed very pleased at what he was seeing. 'That kinda sounds gay...'

"...Got to be a Joker He just do what he please...Come together!" A last second chance I considered, but at the end it was Jessie, who pressed her button. The song was over, as was my chance to go for him.

I raised my eyes up as Tom and I got turned by our seats, immediately taking in the casual clothed profile of the stranger. I clapped along, smiling.

As soon as it got quiet, Tom spoke up, "I should have pressed my button, didn't I?"

"Too late," I muttered as the crowd laughed at his 'joke'.

"That was good anyway...Wait, what's your name?"

"Eh...Max. Max Milner," he laughed as cheers erupted behind us.

I kept quiet, not really having the heart to tell him, I actually didn't think his voice was special enough to turn around for even though the performance was good. And he had three coaches turning around for him, say whaaaaat!

I listened to Danny brabble on and on... 'It goes on and on and on and on...Oh he's already finished'

"I think you are someone very special...," Way to get him in your team, Jessie! I was sometimes honestly thinking that she was just trying to fit in with her 'cool' and 'acting funny' attitude. Out of all of us she was the youngest (Yes, I'm two years older!) and probably afraid of getting picked on. 'And it's psychologically proved that people tend to pick on others in fear they will get picked on otherwise,' I thought with a slight eye brow raised. Oh well, after Will talked about stuff only he could possibly understand, Danny spoke up again. "You can see who wants you, it's time for you to pick someone." I watched with a slight smile as Milner's eyes travelled from coach to coach - skipping Tom and me. 'How would I feel being in his place?' Danny stood up with pursed lips. "C'mon!"

I snorted amused. 'Sweet...wait whaaaat??' I frowned, shaking my head as I concentrated back on the main character in this situation. 'Who would I choose if I were him?' I pondered. 'Definitely Tom if he had turned around, but otherwise...?'

At the end he chose...me! Just kidding. It was predictable, that he would choose Danny over Will and Jessie. From his style and voice he matched the Irish man a lot as he said so himself. Danny jumped up excitedly like a child in Christmas, grinning at the losers in this challenge.

They met each other halfway, bro-hugging like only men were able to do. I clapped quietly, observing everything accurately; the two very similar persons from style in front of me, the cheers behind me, Jessie's pout and Will's polite clapping with a hidden disapproving look.

"Oh man, that made my whole day!" Danny exclaimed as he settled back down when the chairs turned around. I almost was going to reply, but- 'Nope, I'm still gonna ignore him...'

"Hey Ava." And here we go.

"Ava?" I glanced around purposely not his way.

"...Ava?" Funny how his voice got more and more subdued.

... 'Giving up so quickly?' I thought, inwardly frowning. I looked to my left at a pair of clear blue amused eyes of an old man. 'Doesn't seem like hi-'

"Avaaaaaa," I jumped probably ten feet as I felt a poke on my side. Heart pounding I swirled around. Of course the culprit would have a connection with idiot aka Danny. Meaning his finger.

"God Danny!" I yelled as the crowd laughed loudly. Seriously, I'm being honest when I say he is only seeking attention with getting on my nerves. I do read the articles whenever they talk about me as arrogant as it may sound. The publicity described the 'thing' going on between us as a love-hate-relationship. So does anyone care to tell me as to why it is that he would NOT annoy me while there are no cameras or gossip people around?

He grinned as if he found the solution for world wide hunger. "You are talking to me!"

I glared. "Is that all you got to say as to why you POKED me!" And embarrassed me...again!

"Well, you wouldn't answer and I just-"

"That doesn't give you the right to scare the crap out of me!" 'He got under your skin again, Ava...NO HE DIDN'T!'

"Temper temper," Tom scolded me lightly.

"No swear language, no more swear language!" Will muttered into his microphone.

Danny raised his hands up in surrender. "I just had a question,"

I growled, not really sounding female anymore, but I didn't care right now.

...

"Ava-" "What!"

"Why are you wearing high heels?" My eyes flickered down to my black boots, which blended neatly with the black jeans.

"Why not?"

"I don't like them..." I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to calm down as the crowd laughed.

"Says the one who wears denim on denim," I retorted, smirking to myself.

But to my disappointment he just laughed along.

"No really," he unfortunately continued. Not even looking at the shoes, mind you. "They are...I don't like them!"

"Oh and why not?" I said through gritted teeth. In all honesty I was quite curious.

"You shouldn't wear high heels, I would hate it if they hurt your wonderful feet." I distinctly heard a chorus of 'awws' as I searched for a comeback in my mind. I bet some girls definitely fainted. Damn Danny, go to hell!