Eye-Contact (A Ricky Wilson fanfic)

Eye-Contact part 2

It had been three weeks since I'd gotten all four coaches on The Voice to turn for me and I had chosen team Paloma. It had been two weeks and three days since the crew had come round to my house in Bristol to film my intro montage, asking me questions about my life, but mainly trying to get a sob-story. I refused to mention my dad and when they bought up there was no male figure in my life, I'd told them about my uncle, they'd no doubt turn that into something, but I never really noticed not having a dad, so I didn't see what the fuss was about.

I'd moved into the flats which held the contestants yesterday, everybody had been arriving throughout this past week, and until the battles when our teams were all halved, we'd have to share flats. I didn't mind, there were two bedrooms and more than enough room for two of us. I was sharing with Sasha Welling who was older than me, but insanely nice, if not a little cocky. She had short brown hair with a full fringe and was around the same height as me, I was close to 5"6 and she was a few inches taller around 5"9, so we were fairly short for being fully grown. We were sharing because we were up against each other in the battles.

Now, we were waiting for a call from the producers to tell us what song we'd be singing this Monday. We had a landline which only the producers and the people in the building knew, we had sheets tapped to the wall of each room's numbers, so if we ever needed to contact somebody, we could do it free of charge without leaving our apartments. And a massive plus to living in this building was that the coaches were all up on the top floor so we could call or even go and visit them if we ever need any guidance.

We'd be meeting Paloma to run through our song on Monday, then we would be filming the battles the Monday after that. We had a whole week to practice our song.

The fourth episode of the blind auditions would be released tonight, then there were just two more blind audition episodes to be aired. Tonight was the biggest episode for me and Sasha because it was when we were going to be shown. I'd made friends with a girl called Chloe on the production team, she was only a few years older and naturally gave off the 'older sister' vibe. She was the woman who'd lead me to the stage on my blind audition. And she told me what episode I'd be on, even though, technically I wasn't allowed to know. It didn't really matter anyway, I'd been watching every Saturday.

I jumped as the landline on the wall started to ring. Sasha looked at me from the other end of the sofa and stood, walking towards the noise.

"Hello? ... Okay. Thank you." Sasha hung up and turned to me, squealing. Sasha and I got along well because we were almost opposites in every way aside from our music tastes, so we bonded over that and for two girls who were music obsessed, it was enough. "You are going to shit yourself when you hear what we're singing." It had taken me a while to get used to Sasha's swearing, she was a brash woman, but wasn't afraid to speak her mind and I admired her for that. I, on the other hand was quiet and hardly ever swore.

"Tell me! Tell me!"

"We're going to sing No Angels by Bastille and Ella Eyre!"

My mouth fell open in shock. Oh My God, how was I going to cover this? And do it well enough to beat Sasha? I sighed deeply inside, I already knew I was going home.

Neither of us wanted to go into our rehearsal with Paloma unprepared so we printed off the lyrics and were going to learn them roughly before we were given our parts. And then, at 7:45 we sat down with delivered pizza, drinks (Budweiser for me and a bottle of Mia for Sasha) and our episode of The Voice. Pizza, booze, telly; a perfect night.

I hadn't realized how much of the audition would be kept in, I thought most of it would have been cut, but most of what I remembered was still there. And unsurprisingly, they did mention my uncle being my only father figure, but other than that nothing was said about it. They cut straight to my audition and I got to relive it. My mom was recording it at home, so I would have it forever. It was exciting to see the coaches faces as each of them heard me, Ricky's was the one I found most interesting. When I was on the stage, to me it seemed like he didn't enjoy it enough to turn, but on TV they'd make it look like he was transfixed. As if he was so lost in what I was singing, he couldn't move or talk or think or anything but press the button at the final moment. It made my heart race. Especially when they zoomed in on him smiling at me and me smiling at the ground. I had definitely felt something in that moment, but I hadn't realized it to be so obvious.