How do we judge?

Harry's POV:

I'm so nervous. What if I mess up? What if they say no? I'll be a fool back home. The boy that failed. I love working at the bakery, but I don't want to work there my whole life. Mum always said I was special. She said that I was different and unique and that I should never stop fighting for what was right. How was this time any different? "Harry Styles," said the man in the dark, black shirt. I walk back stage and suddenly all the nerves in my body subsided. I was in a somewhat peaceful state. I turn towards my family. They have been there with me every step of the way. I kiss my mum and walk on stage. "How are you?" "Hello." Oh no I just interrupted Simon Cowell. "Nice to meet you. What's your name?" Oh thank god he didn't say anything. "Uh, I'm Harry Styles." "How old are you Harry?" "I'm 16." Wow. I'm surprised that my nerves still haven't come back. "Why are you auditioning?" "Well I've always wanted to audition, but I was too young." "What would you do if you didn't make it?" "Uh, I'd go to college and study law and some other things. Right now I'm in high school and work at a bakery." "What song are you going to be singing?" "Isn't She Lovely by Stevie Wonder." I start singing and it feels amazing. This is what performing feels like huh? I think I vaguely see people stand up and applaud but I can't hear anything because I'm caught up in my own moment. Once I finished, it was time for the judges to tell me how horribly I did. "Louis?" Simon says. "It's a no for me." This wasn't a very good way to start off the judging. "Nicole?" "I completely disagree with Louis. It's a yes." "Harry, you'll be glad to hear that I agree with Nicole. And I think with some vocal lessons you will be quite great."