20 Seconds [On Hold]

Chapter 2 - Bring The Boys Home

Chapter 2 - Bring The Boys Home

Logan's POV

I don't know whether I've been dreading this or was excited. Either way I was doing this for mum, Vick and Tom. This was important to them, and me...

"Come on Logan, don't be so down." Vicky nudged me. Having a twin sister was occasionally pretty annoying.

"I'm not."

"Uh-huh. You're just nervous, so you look like a wreck. I get it." She nodded. "Here, the guys sent this for you." She pulled out a small envelope and I opened it to find a card. And a fiver, with the message of 'you need to eat'. They sure knew me...

"Thanks Vick." I chuckled and with an arm around her shoulders, I hugged her.

"I know exactly what you feel. So it's fine."

I still have no idea how this thing works, but ever since we were born, Vicky and I had a connection, where we know what the other is feeling like. When the other is nervous, I also get butterflies; when she's angry, so am I. When she's sad, and crying, I feel depressed, with no chance of happy thoughts. And it worked both ways. Apparently to doctors, we're a special type of twin. But in reality, I just think that it's the twin instinct, and how we grew up so close together. That's a little simpler...

"You'll get it lad. You're better than you know." Tom patted my shoulder as he sat down, handing me a bottle of water.

"Thanks." I could only manage a mumble as I took it and opened it.

"This is worse than the exams." I sighed as I lifted the bottle.

"Stop shaking, I feel terrible." Vicky scolded.

"You're not the only one." I replied as I put the top back onto the bottle.

"Number 178995!"

"That's you." Mum nudged me gently.

"Right." I sighed again.

"Stop sighing, you're like an old lady." Vick laughed.

"Shut up." I wound my arm around her neck and messed up her fringe, knowing she doesn't care about that.

"Okay." She chuckled as we got to Dermot.

"Hello." He smiled and shook our hands, Tom's first. "So who do we have?"

"I'm going in." I put my hand up. "I'm Logan."

"And this is... Your mum, dad and girlfriend?"

"Nearly. My mum, step dad, and twin sister. You can't see, because she likes to use this thing called make up, don't you, Vick?" I teased and she rolled her eyes.

"It's fine, it's the same thing in your brain. Stop fooling around and decide how you're gonna impress them. I'm here to support you, you goof." She gently pushed at my arm.

"Okay, okay." I chuckled and put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her in a hug.

"Great, you can go. Down the hall, just there." Dermot pointed to the corner and I nodded. "Good luck." He added as I thanked him and walked down, turning at the corner, then walking into the room. My doom, basically...

"Hi." The four judges greeted me before I could even say anything.

"Hello." I shot them a small smile and stood on the x. As soon as I introduced myself, I sung the practiced song. Let Her Go, by Passenger. Vicky's current favourite. Since I didn't have a backing track, I had to sing it alone, which made the whole thing even more stressful... But I think the clapping is what gave it away, and the smiles. As I finished with my last note, the four judges were smiling, and writing things on their sheets of paper. I generally got good comments, they made me pleased with myself. For once.