20 Seconds [On Hold]

Chapter 3 - The Way To Go

Chapter 3 - The Way To Go

Riley's POV

We were called up to Dermot. My nerves were all over the place as I walked between mum and Harry, while they tried to keep me thinking positive. As we got to the TV screens, I was lead to the top of the stairs and given a microphone. I could see the judges on the end of the stage, talking to some other people. It only made me more nervous. The crowd was huge! 4000 people, and I'm not even kidding when I say that they were like animals. It was like a beehive, people buzzing all around. With a last look to my family, they nodded in good luck as I was counted in and made to go onto the stage.

I stood opposite the judges and the crowd, trying not to gulp or swear in nervousness and amazement. My hands began to shake by my sides as I took a deep breath and focused on the four people in front of me. The four people who could change my life forever.

"Hello Riley." Nicole smiled kindly as she looked up and saw me.

"Hello." I replied as I put the microphone up to my mouth. It was so loud, so, so loud.

"Can you just introduce yourself to the people behind us?" She added and I was made to look up at the black hole that was the audience.

"I'm Riley Morris, I'm 17 and I'm from Coventry. But I was born in Monaghan." I announced and heard many people cheer at my home towns.

"Okay, what are you going to sing?" Gary asked.

"I'm going to sing Raise Your Glass by Pink." I said a little nervously as they looked at me, as if unsure.

"That's quite a hard song to do for an audition." Gary added and I shrugged with a half smile.

"It has a story, and I wanted to push myself a little, to show my other side." They simply nodded as I stood straight and heard the intro play in the background. I straightened out my American Flag tank top and red checkered shirt and started at my cue.

Right, right, turn off the lights

We're gonna lose our minds tonight

What's the dealeo?

I love when it's all too much

5 a.m. turn the radio up

Where's the rock 'n roll?

Party crasher, penny snatcher

Call me up if you a gangsta

Don't be fancy, just get dancy

Why so serious?

So raise your glass if you are wrong

In all the right ways, all my underdogs

We will never be, never be anything but loud

And nitty, gritty, dirty, little freaks

Won't you come on and come on and

Raise your glass!

Just come on and come on and

Raise your glass!

Oh shoot! My glass is empty

That sucks!

So if you're too school for cool

(I mean)

And you're treated like a fool

(You're treated like a fool)