I Was on The Voice: A NBC's "The Voice" Fanfiction [COMPLETE]

Chapter Eight

I got in the position I was told to, so that when they gave me the signal, I would be ready to go onstage. Ivy was going before me, which could be either a good thing or a bad thing, depending on how she did. If she did bad, then if I did good, I would seem even better in comparison. But, if she did amazing, and I screwed up, then I wouldn’t look like much coming after her. I could faintly hear a Lady Gaga song coming from onstage. Ugh, Lady Gaga, seriously? Why would she sing that?  Have fun with that, Ivy, I thought.

I heard the music end, which meant that I was about to go. I gulped as I took a step forward, my heel wobbling. This was not going to end well. As I headed onstage, I tried to think about every guy who had ever hurt me. (*cough cough* Michael *cough cough*) That was what I needed to do to get into the song.

The opening music for Before He Cheats began, and I couldn’t help but notice Blake raise an eyebrow. Yeah, he probably wasn’t expecting Rebekah Leigh to sing a country song. I averted my gaze from Adam. I didn’t want to look at him and get nervous before I even started singing.

“Right now, he’s probably slow dancing with a bleached-blonde tramp, and she’s probably getting frisky,” I began, managing to get out the first line. I reminded myself to put attitude into it.

“Right now, he’s probably buying her some fruity little drink ‘cause she can’t shoot whiskey,” I continued, more confidently.

“Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool stick showing her how to shoot a combo. And he don’t know...” I put confidence and attitude in it now, preparing for the chorus, where I would need a whole lot of attitude.

I began moving around the stage some, remembering how awkward I had been standing still in the Battle.

“That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up four wheel drive,” I began the chorus thinking about the stupid boys from my past relationships. “Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all four tires! Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.”

Just thinking about all these guys was actually making me angry. Which I guess was good for my performance. I started the second verse, and by the time I reached the end, I was putting attitude into it because I wanted to be angry, not just because I had to in order to win the judges over.

“Oh, and he don’t know,” I sang again, making sure to hit the note on “know.”

“That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up four wheel drive.” I dared to take a look at Adam, having already looked at the other judges. He was smiling, which was a good sign.  “Carved my name into his leather seats. I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all four tires! Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.”

I got ready for the bridge. “I might’ve saved a little trouble for the next girl,” I sang, ready to finish the song strong. “‘Cause the next time that he cheats...Oh, you know it won’t be on me. No, not on me.” I couldn’t help but notice Adam lean forward a bit in anticipation to see if I could do this last chorus.

I got some pretty good looks from the judges as I managed to finish the last chorus. “Oh, before he cheats. Oh, oh.” I had finished the song! Huh, thinking about those boys had really payed off, I thought I did pretty good. At least, better than in my practices and better than Adam had seen me.

Everyone was clapping pretty loud and I even saw a few people stand up. Yes! Adam was grinning and clapping, so I was pleased. ADAM FREAKIN LEVINE LIKED MY PERFORMANCE. I felt like I was in the Blinds all over again, freaking out because Adam turned for me.