~ Simon~
Once I finally got back to Ryan’s place a phone started to ring.
I searched for it. It was in the living room beside the sofa.
I answered the phone.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hey! Alright Phoebe, so I’m at work and I mentioned you to my friend here and he would like to hear you.” Ryan said.
I bit my lip a little.
“Okay. When?” I asked hesitantly.
“Erm... Now.” He sounded.
“How am I supposed to get there?” I asked a bit alarmed.
“Don’t worry, one of Simon’s shofar’s are on their way to pick you up as we speak.” He said.
I bit my lip rather harshly and felt the warmth of my blood enter my mouth.
“Wait? Simon? As in the Simon who signed One Direction? The Simon who used to be a judge on the X Factor? That Simon?” I said so fast I was gasping for air.
“Yes. That’s the one.”
“You never once told me that the one and only Simon Cowell was going to judge my voice!” I whisper-yelled at Ryan.
“Don’t worry about it, your voice is fantastic.” He exclaimed which made me giggle.
“Thanks I guess.” I said.
I heard a loud honk from outside the house.
“Ryan the driver’s here now, see you in a few.” I sang.
“Bye sweetie.”
With that I hung up the phone and put it back where I found it.
I put my sandals back on and skipped out the door.
When we arrived at the recording studio I felt like I was going to throw up again.
I ran down many halls and settled at a bathroom that was much fancier than I expected it to be.
I threw up and then studied the place I was in.
There were dozens of photos of musicians, I suspect, Simon had signed on.
I let myself ponder on the thought of me being the next one on his wall.
I flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom.
It took a little while but I eventually found the place I was supposed to be singing in.
Simon was sitting in a chair with a very tall back.
He spun around to get a good look at me.
My cheeks flushed. He was scarier in person.
“So you’re the Phoebe girl everyone’s been buzzing about lately?” He wondered with a smile.
“I guess so.” I said shyly.
“Are you going to sing or not?” He asked a little impatiently checking his watch.
“Right here?” I asked.
“Is this not up to your standards?” He asked.
I just stood there awkwardly.
What was I supposed to sing?
“Anybody there?” Simon asked annoyed this time.
I nodded and cleared my throat trying to stall.
