SAVANNAH’S POV
“Miss Marx,” someone calls and I look over to a built man with a headset. “The judges are ready for you.”
I take a deep breath and clutch the microphone close to my chest. My palms are sweating, my heart is thumping, and I can feel my nerves taking over. I straighten out my outfit one last time, light denim shorts and a beige flowy tank top with a black bandeau underneath. “You can do this Sav,” I turn around to see my best friend Troy giving me a thumbs up and my stoic dad pacing. I take another deep breath and walk on to the stage.
I can hear the crowd roaring and I am immediately intimidated. I force my legs to keep moving, even though they are uncontrollably shaking in my Toms, and take center stage. “Hello,” Simon says to me.
“Hi,” I shyly say.
“What is your name?” He asks.
“Savannah Marx,” I confidently answer, hoping to cover up my fear.
“Tell us a bit about yourself,” he says.
“Well, I’m 17, I live in Santa Maria, California and I’m a senior in high school,” I say.
“Any plans for college, Savannah?” Demi asks me. My heart nearly stops, she is my inspiration, the reason I am here.
“Um, y-yes, UCLA to study Marine Biology,” I answer.
“Who is here with you today?” Simon asks me.
“My dad and my best friend,” I answer with a smile.
“Do you think you have the X-Factor?” He asks again.
“Um,” I hesitate. “I think so.”
“Alright, I like humble, what will you be singing for us today?” L.A. asks.
“Respect by Aretha Franklin,” I answer with as much confidence I can. The crowd sounded a bit shocked, I know it’s a big song but I love it.
“Why did you choose that song?” Simon asks.
“Well my friends and I were just hanging out and this song came on and everyone was like, ‘That’s it, that’s your audition song’,” I answer shaking in my heels.
“Alright well good luck to you,” he says before the crowd goes silent and it’s just me and the microphone.
I take one last deep breath before hearing the first notes. I hold the microphone up to my mouth and sing,
“Hey hey, yeah yeahhhh,
What you want
Baby, I got,
(oo) What you need
Do you know I got it?
All I'm askin'
Is for a little respect when you come home”
I let the screams from the audience embrace me. I look at the judges and I can tell I have their full attention.
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