I was petrified. I was going to audition in about a minute and probably my whole school is watching. I wish I hadn't told everybody on Thursday about my audition. To make this situation worse, Brooke, is watching. But now she knows why I told her. If I don't make my audition, I honestly don't know what to do next.
Gemma is next to me at this moment, rubbing circles on my back to calm me down. I told her everything. Every single tiny detail. Good thing she's here to support me. Trust me, Gemma is really good at soothing people down. I'd be crying a river right now, but I need to stay focused. I can't stand up on the stage with my hands shaking or my words stuttering. That would be: Embarrassing.
Oh and guess who's here with us? My Dad. But guess who invited him? My Mum. Gemma and I were shocked. Simply said, we were so shocked. We didn't understand how Mum could push aside the pain Dad has caused us and invite him over to my audition. After all the damage he has done to our family, Mum invites him? This Gemma and I don't get. Ever since I was little I always heard Mum saying that she never wants to see my Dad's face again. So do you think inviting him to 'support' me on my audition helps with 'I never want to see his face again.'? I don't think so.
Mum just explained to us that he wanted to see us after how long it's been. I don't really trust him when he says that, but I'm auditioning literally in thirty seconds, so basically there's nothing we could do now.
I'm I excited? Of course I am. This is an opportunity once in a lifetime to audition in the x-factor. Am I excited that my high-school might be watching? Hell no. Ugh, I'm starting to regret what I said every time I think about it. I swear, I might even crap in my pants.
"Harry, you're next. Good luck lad!" My head shot up. I took a deep breathe and walked into the stage entrance. Just before I stepped onto the stage, Mum grabbed me by the shirt and gave me a quick kiss. So did Dad. I stumbled backwards, but caught my balance again. I let out a chuckle before walking onto the stage. Everyone cheers.
"How are you?" Simon queries.
"Hello, I'm good thanks." I smile brightly, holding the microphone tightly.
"Nice to meet you what's your name?"
"Harry Styles." I lied.
"Ok." The crowd cheers louder. I smile cheekily. "Ok, Harry. Uh, how old are you?"
"I'm sixteen."
"Sixteen." Simon repeats. "What song are you going to sing for us today, lad?"
"Isn't She Lovely, by Stevie Wonder."
"K. Begin when you are ready."
I took a deep breath before holding up to microphone to my mouth. My right hand shakes slightly, but I control it. Here I go, I thought.
"Isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious? Less than one minute old...."
***
"For sixteen years old, you have a beautiful voice." Nichole comments.
"Thank you." She smiles.
"Harry, I honestly think that you're a bit too young," Louis said calmly, resting his hands down on the table. The crowd 'boos'. "you need more confidence."
"I heard someone in the crowd saying that your comment was rubbish, Louis, and I can agree with them." Simon mentions. "Harry was amazing, honestly. It doesn't matter if you're fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen--you just have to have the talent. Harry, with a bit of vocal coaching, you actually could be very good. "
"I know what you mean, it's just I still think he's far too young to compete in this competition." Louis shrugs. The crowd behind them 'boos' even louder.
"Boo." I say softly into the microphone, earning a few giggles coming from the audience.
"Alight, Louis. What's your vote?" I take a deep breath.
"Harry, for all the right reasons..." He shakes his head. "I'm going to go for a no."
"I actually don't think they booed you enough there." Simon replies sternly to him. The audience 'boos' once again. "Nichole?"
"I like you, Harry," Nichole blushes a tint pink. "I'm going to say yes."
"Thank you." I say to her.
"And you'll be happy to hear," Simon pauses, then continues. "I would like to agree with Nicole, so that's two yes's for you."
I beam and smile into the microphone, "Thank you, so much!"
The audience behind them cheers loudly for me as I leave the stage to my proud family.
Donner, Andrew, Brooke, Hannah, if you were watching this...Call me Harry, alright?
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A/N: ASDFGHJKL; OMG HE PASSED! :") Lol, already know he did but I'm still proud. :P #DorkyMe
You guys are seriously going to love the next chapter! It's going to be five ages long just for you! I don't want to spoil anything for chapter six, but here's a hint: 3 YEARS LATER. I guess you could figure out what I mean ;)
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Not A Nerd Anymore (A Marcel/Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
Подростковая литератураMarcel Styles was tired of the nerd life he had lived. He had got rejected by the girl he had loved and figured that it was because of his ego. Right at that moment, he decided he should change himself. All of him.
