Between Us (a MacKenzie Bourg Fanfic)

Chapter 1//

"Stephanie Hale, you're up in 3."

"Actually it's Stevie Hale, please, please don't put Stephanie as my name on T.V."

"Alrighty, Stevie, you're still up in 3."

I stood waiting outside the door waiting for my fate to change. My breathing was getting heavier, I could hear my heart beating out of my chest. A little ways away I saw Ryan, he is a lot smaller in person than on television. I have been waiting for this moment for as long as I can remember, my dream was enfolding right before my eyes. Ryan and I had chat for about 2 minutes before I walked through the famous door leading to the judges. He asked me several questions about my nervousness, my song, and my life in general, which made me even more nervous with the cameras and microphones hovering over me.

" In 3, 2, 1, you ready?"

" I'm more than ready" as I walked into the little claustrophobic box waiting for the red light to turn a generic shade of green.
I really, really hope my nerves don't get the best of me, with this being the last season, I only have one chance to give it all I've got. I get a first glance of Keith Urban, a complete beauty scene, and I already start shaking profusely. My eyes make their way down the table, settling upon Jennifer's face, that I am extremely jealous of, but who isn't? My eyes keep moving, until I'm staring straight into Harry's soul. Harry scares the living shit out of me, but no one has to tell him that. Of course, Harry speaks first, asking me my name, age, where i'm from, and what I do for a living. I'm Stevie Hale, age 22, from Bentonville, Arkansas, and all I do is sing at gigs for quick money; plus I also babysit weekly.

My hands are sweating so badly that I can barely get a hold of the guitar strings. I strum the first riff of my mixed up version of Caked by the Ocean by DNCE. I can already hear my voice getting shaky, but hopefully only I notice. I'm only half-way done the song when Keith throws his hands up, signaling me to stop singing. This is either good or bad, and I'm expecting the worst. Keith immediately starts speaking, saying I had a good tone, nice range, and superstar qualities. I already want to start crying, but I hold it in so I don't seem too fragile. What Jennifer says really makes me tear up. "Do we even need to go on, it's a yes from me" as she brings her arms to the side and waves them up and down, trying to get Keith and Harry on board the yes train. Jennifer picks up the yellow ticket giving me access to go to Hollywood. Tears are streaming down my face, my eyeliner is completely messed up but I don't even care. Is this even real? I'm crying, shit happened, but I made it.