Extraordinary

Prologue

So.....I'm going to tell you guys this: This is my first story EVER on wattpad. Yeah, there's Life with Josh, but I had that on FanFiction at first until I realized you can't have real people on there, soooo that explains that. Anyways, I've gotten into One Direction, (because of my friend dragging me to the movie) And I've decided to write a story about Louis. Will I write any stories about the other guys? That depends how much you guys like this one.... :)

This was it. This was totally it! My moment has finally come; I get to show my true talent, my true passion of music and singing. People won't underestimate me as a freak anymore; I would finally be a somebody. Of course I was told otherwise that I wasn't ready, that I shouldn't do this, that I can't do this, but screw them. This was my moment, my moment was happening right here on the X Factor. 

When I was at Uni, I didn't see myself as a singer. I was only a nobody who only cared about grades, homework, and playing football. I was considered a nerd or a loser with very few friends because there wasn't anyone would get to know the real me. I wasn't the prettiest or the fittest of girls, but I knew I had potential somewhere. And right here on this show was where I could show it.

I shook my hands a little, trying to shake the nervousness off my body, because I was really sweating it. I looked down at what the stylists dressed me in, which was a very, very short and tight, sparkly, black dress. I wore shiny leather boots that stopped at the beginning of my knee, and my hair flew around my neck in luscious, dirty blonde curls. Just a few minutes ago, I was twirling around in the mirror and admiring myself.  I wasn't one for getting dressed up often, and looking at myself and finally feeling beautiful gave me a slight boost of confidence.  I licked my lips a few times as the announcer called my name next to perform.  

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up to one of our finale singers, Lola Mulundi!"The applause grows louder. "Singing 'Forget Forever'"  

When my singing adviser chose this song, I really didn't get it, but I immediately fell in love when I heard Selena Gomez sung it, and I bet I'd stand out a bit if I sang this song. It's not the most popular song, but it totally fit me in a way.  

I stood up straight on the platform, with my head down, as they directed me, until the beginning of the song started and I looked up at the huge crowd and judges in front of me.  I took a big breath as the music started playing in the background and hit my cue right on. 

I told, I told, I told myself again
I'm never running back on what I said
Trying not to roam but you're so...
Far away, so far away

Won't listen to the conscience in my head
I'm conscious but I'm lonely, halfway dead
Tired of the things you never...
You never said, you never said

Our love was made to rule the world
You came and broke the perfect girl
Our love was made to rule the world

Our love was made to rule the world
You left me wanting what we were
Our love was made to rule the world

Forget forever
Forget forever
Forget you ever
Knew my name, my name, my name, my name

It all went perfectly, oddly enough.  I hit ever note, every beat, and once I was finished the crowd's cheers erupted through the stadium. I smiled and just spoke into my mic, "Thank you, thank you so much," Tears were running down my face, just with being so happy with what I did. My breathing sped up a bit then slowed down once this ticking noise was in my ear.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The entire stadium was now in complete silence.  There was the loud sound of a clock's hands ticking that was pounding through my head. I held my ears, trying to get the sound out of my head. The judges were saying something to me, most likely some criticism, but I couldn't hear them; it was like nobody else could hear the clock ticking throughout the auditorium. I quit my focus on the show or anyone by closing my eyes tightly, and suddenly the stage dispersed. No more crowds, no more judges, it was like the whole room vanished except for me. I opened my eyes to look down to notice my clothing started to change into, what it looks like, what I would wear to school. My hand reached up to my hair, and soon the curls started straightening themselves back into my naturally straight hair. 

When I looked up again, the room was a classroom, just an empty classroom, with desks and posters and a chalkboard. Then someone started calling my name. "Lola, come on," the voice said. I turned in circles to see if anyone was with me in the room. "Lola..." the voice called. 'Lola!"

I opened my eyes and saw Chloe looking at me from the side. I was back in Uni in English class lying my head down on my notes.

It never happened.   My moment never happened.  I never had the super short dress on or curly hair or sang a Selena Gomez song.  I guess it's not like I expected it to.  

I sat up a bit and stretched my arms out, then curled and uncurled my fingers. Thankfully the professor didn't notice that I had stopped paying attention a long time ago. I look back down at my notes and try to make sense of what she was saying. 

"Were you dreaming that dream again?" She asks quietly with a smile, already knowing the answer. I nod anyways.

"Maybe someday you'll be there Lola, dreams do come true," I rolled my eyes at her.

"Chloe, I don't even sing. I have these bizarre dreams about me being on that show and I have no idea why. Besides, it's not going to happen,"

She frowns and looks back at her own English notes, then continues to copy down what our teacher was lecturing us on.  I sat up straight and crossed my arms, leaning back in the seat and continuing to make an effort to pay attention.  I felt so out of focus today, so there's no point in understanding something that I'm not going to understand ever.  I let my mind drift off instead, multitasking on thinking about what Chloe just said and trying to take notes again. 

Chloe was one of the nicest girls I've known since primary school.  She was just so pretty and nice to everyone, but something changed about her. Apparently some rumors spread around about her that weren't so nice, and suddenly she wasn't that nice anymore.  She was always civil, always respectful to everyone, but once in a while she shot some glares, cursed a bit, and sent some lovely gestures to people who would laugh or whisper about her.  Little miss sunshine became little miss downfall, but I still saw the good in her when no one else did. 

I looked up to her in a way, not only for her personality but for her looks.  Her hair was a rich, dark red with a bit glitter that she always sprinkled in it.  She always said she wanted to stand out of the crowd, so she decided to dye it.  Usually it doesn't compliment people, but the red hair actually looked good on her. Her freckles shined out through her face in little stars, and her green eyes just popped.  It was almost like she could control your mind with them. Chloe did try to do that when we were little.  Even her accent was just music to your ears and she could usually make me smile even in some of my darkest days. 

I didn't consider myself one of those "lovely British girls" like Chloe. I saw me as one of those people who just loved to put on sweatpants and learn more and more.  They wear prep skirts, I wear boot cut jeans. They go shopping, I'll go on a run. It sucks being compared to them. I never did anything special with my hair like they did.  My dirty blonde hair would usually be in a ponytail, a messy bun, or just left down. I wore logo shirts with capris and converse while they take hours deciding on their outfits. I was simple, plain, even though I tried to be a bit more outspoken and fun.  I was nothing extraordinary. I'd kill to be extraordinary.

But that would never happen.  

Sorry it's so short, I'm making this the prologue....until the next chapter....May the odds be ever in your favor! -Cookie