Fireworks. (A Josh Franceschi Fan Fic)

Underdog.

I've been told my entire life that I'll never be good enough. That no matter how hard I try, I'll never make it in music. I've been singing my whole life. My great-grandpa was in a jazz band, & my uncle is currently in a rock/metal band. My mom & dad gave up on me when I decided to go to college for music. I found a college with the most amazing music program. They almost decided to not pay my tuition, but my uncle convinced them to.

I'm now in my second year & I no longer live with my parents. They pretty much disowned me. They still pay for all of my stuff, but want nothing to do with me. My uncle has been my vocal coach since we moved over here when I was 6. My dad & uncle would fight constantly about teaching me how to sing; always saying "she'll never get anywhere with that. She needs to focus on her studies to follow my footsteps & take over the firm when she graduates." & to be honest, I didn't want to be a lawyer. I wanted to be my own person & do what I loved. My parents work together in the same firm & had this dream that I would take over, & then my kids would. That didn't sit well with me.

When I decided to pursue a degree in music, Hell broke loose. My parents called me pathetic & told me that I was a disappointment. I tried to talk some sense into them, but they just wouldn't listen. I called my uncle & he calmed my dad down. They don't talk anymore. The only time they do is when they have to. I expected it from my father, but not my mother. She always told me how amazing my voice was. People change, I guess, but I never thought my parents would disown me.

This is why I have to do this; why I have to prove to them that this was the best idea. Both my boss & the head of my university let me take time off for this. The head of the school said that I will still get all my credits for this, since it had to do with music. I'm doing my English classes online while I'm here.

The judges are tough. I remember how tough they were last year, & since they all have been through it already, they're going to be even tougher. I don't even know who I hope will turn around for me. I just want somebody too. I can't walk out of this now. I need to at least make it past the blind auditions. I know my parents watch the show. They don't even know that I'm here right now.

I looked in the mirror one last time. I fluffed my curly blond hair with purple streaks, & hair sprayed it. I put on some more eyeliner as well. I fixed my simple black Drop Dead dress & tightened my combat boots. My thigh & shin tattoos were exposed. I heard the stage manager call my name. I hugged my uncle. "You're going to do absolutely amazing. Remember to only use rasp when you know Josh does in the song. You don't want to over do it. Watch your pitch & timing. I love you."

I nodded my head & took a deep breath. Not too much rasp. Pitch. Timing. He went back to the room with the TV & the host of the show. I walked towards the doors; my nerves going insane. They handed me a mic. "Good luck." They all said to me. I thanked them & walked through the open doors.

This is it.

This is my moment.

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A/N: This story will take place right after Hold Me Down came out, so before Sinners Never Sleep. Just thought I'd throw that in there so people don't get confused later in the story!