(Y/N)'s POV
I listened as the first competitor went up, it was the blonde. They were horrible. Every note they sung was off, they sounded like a dying person trying to perform. But as they came back, I pretended it was great. "Don't be nervous I'm sure you'll be fine." I patted the man's back.
"You really think so?" He gazed at me, smiling. "Yeah, you were fine!" I lied, gritting my teeth. Brendon shot me a look of sympathy. I mouthed help me as the blue haired girl left with her ukulele. She wasn't bad, but she wasn't anything special. But I was next.
I started shaking as I realized how soon I would be on. I would be in front of judges, strangers, maybe even a little family. I heard the applause for the girl, then she make inside. "Your turn, don't pee yourself." She smiled and sat down. "Hey, (Y/N) good luck." I grabbed my guitar, I wanted to keep bohemian rhapsody for later. Then went on stage. Steady breaths.
"What's your name?" The judge asked me, patiently. "I'm (Y/F/N)." I smiled a weak smile. "I'm playing a cover of Let Her Go by passenger." I started strumming, oh my god was I a nervous wreck, but I still managed to sing normally. I was so happy when I didn't mess up a bit, phew.
Brendon's POV
(Y/N) went on. And she was a pretty good singer, actual an amazing singer. And the way she played her guitar complimented her voice, she wasn't getting voted out. Blondie however...
"Only know you love her when you let her go. And you let her go." This song was beautiful. "Staring at the ceiling in the dark, same old empty feeling in your heart." I could hear how emotional she became when she sang, and this song must've really hit home.
She closed up her song, and applause (applause no wait wait) roared. I heard whistling and even "Encore!"
I would ask for an encore, too. That was something even I couldn't beat. And I couldn't stop staring at her when she came backstage. "You did awesome!" Blondie and blue hair shouted. "Oh, no it wasn't anything special." She tried to remain humble. Now it was the red heads turn, she wasn't a good singer but an excellent guitar player. (Y/N) tried to stay kinda and comfort her, but she wouldn't make it to the final two.
"It was awesome, you're a really good guitar player." She wanted to be nice to everyone. Encourage them, it was heart warming.
Now it was my turn.
