In it to Win it

Chap. 1: Four Chairs

Chapter One: Four Chairs

I shook my hands out and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Never would I have thought that I would have a chance to turn my passion into my life, but here I was, standing backstage at Just Sing, the biggest singing competition in the country, maybe even the world.

"Bree Jenson," someone asked.

I turned towards the voice. "Yes?"

"Time to take the stage," the backhand said, leading me towards the stage. I took a deep breath before swallowing.

It was now or never.

"Good luck," I heard her say, before the doors opened and the spotlight found me.

I made my way out to the center of the stage. I looked at the back of the four chairs with the illuminated names.

Kate, Marcus, Anne, and Jake.

Four of the most popular artists out there.

The music to the song I choose started, and I listened waiting for my cue to start singing.

"There's a fire starting in my heart."

Immediately, the crowd let out a huge cheer, and that brought a huge smile to my face.

"Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark

Finally I can see you crystal clear, Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare, See how I leave with every piece of you, Don't underestimate the things that I will do

There's a fire starting in my heart, Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us, They keep me thinking that we almost had it all, The scars of your love, they leave me breathless, I can't help feeling

We could have had it all, Rolling in the deep, You had my heart inside of your hand,
And you played it, to the beat!"

I hear the boom of the button being pressed, and I see Kate Maxson's chair turn around. She has a smile on her face, and I feel my smile become even bigger. Another boom goes off, and Jake Marville's chair turns next. He has a grin on his face and starts clapping.

"Baby, I have no story to be told, But I've heard one on you, And I'm gonna make your head burn, Think of me in the depths of your despair, Make a home down there, As mine sure won't be shared

The scars of your love remind me of us, They keep me thinking that we almost had it all, The scars of your love, they leave me breathless, I can't help feeling

We could have had it all, Rolling in the deep, You had my heart inside of your hand, And you played it, to the beat!"

I sing with all of my heart, using my diaphragm to push my voice higher. A boom goes off, and this time, Anne Abram's chair turns. She's grinning and nodding her head, and I can feel my heart flying out of my chest from being so happy.

"We could have had it all, Rolling in the deep, You had my heart inside of your hand,
But you played it, with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door, Count your blessings to find what you look for, Turn my sorrow into treasured gold, You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

We could have had it all, We could have had it all,
It all, it all, it all

We could have had it all, Rolling in the deep, You had my heart inside of your hand, And you played it to the beat