Charlotte's POV:
They said a drum kit will be provided for me.
I can tell people were intriguied. No one else had drummed at an audition for The Voice UK before. So. I had a backing too. But with the drums taken out. ... Because I am clever like that.
I sit and wait paitiently.
Yiu believed that did you not?
No. In all truth I was pacing back and forward like a pendulant.
When at long last I was called in I sat down at my drums and greeted the two judges.
They asked for my details even though they had them on a sheet.
So then they told me to go for it.
I started to play the backing and then filled in the drums.
Then I sang.
.....
It was a couple of weeks later and i was sat straightening my Ma's hair.
We heard a letter pop through the letter box.
"Get it in a minute," Ma said.
I chuckled.
Hair to her was mpre important than some stupid letter which probably contained this month's bills.
I had finished Ma's hair and went up to get the letter that was posted.
Turned out there was a few.
I bunched them all up and put them on the table.
"I'm gonna go to the corner," I announced.
I ran upstairs and got my jacket and my guitar then ran back downstairs and past Ma.
She was reading a letter.
Her whole body was tremblimg.
"What?" I asked.
"You've gotten through to the next audition!" Ma squeeled.
I stood transfixed to the spot.
"What?" I asked.
"You've gotten through to the second audition. There were 30,000 people and they put 1000 in for the next audition," Ma said.
"Mum don't get too excited they're gonna whittle that 1000 down to 120. And then those who get through that audition will have to face four supperstar coaches who we do not k.ow yet and then that 120 will be whittled down to 48," I said.
"Your point?" Ma asked.
"I haven't got a chance!" I said.
"You have as much chance as anyone. They are gonna want to put you in thw blinds because one: you have a great voice. Two: you are singing an unique song and Three: You're gonna he playing the drums," Ma explained.
"Yes but is great good enough?" I asked.
"Yes because if you are perfect then they will not turn as there is nothing they would be able to teach you," Ma said.
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm going to the corner," I said and walked out the back door.
When I got to The Corner there was a small crowd outside the bakers.
Rosa looked up and waved maniaclly.
I waved back and set up.
I sang FFH Come Undone.
I sang Human by Christina Perri.
Then for some reason I sang one of my own called Do Your Best.
"You coukd do so well in life.
Get a husband or a wife
You could earn your health
Drink to your health
Be the brainkest in the class
You could raise a glass.
All you've gotta do is.
Do yoir best.
Earn your treasure chest
decide whether to go east or west
just do your best
you could end up with your heart's desire if not at least you did your best.
Try and run a marathon
have fun
remember what is important to you
represent someone too.
Never mind your pride just go and try
All you've got to do is...
Do your best
earn your treasure chest
decide whether to go east or west
just do your best.
You coukd end up with your heart's desire
if not. At least you did your best.
So get to work you busy bee
go for anything you want to be
aim high
go and fly
as high as the spaceships in the sky
tell the truth don't lie.
Go and be the star
that i know you are.
All you've gotta do is.
Do your best
earn your treasure chest
decide whether to go east or west
just do your best
you coukd find yourself with your heart's desire
if not. At least you did your best." I sang.
Then a new voice sang the ending line.
"All you've gtta do is do your best," A female voice sang.
I stopped playing the guitar and turned.
Ma.
"That was brilliant Charlie. Just remember that. All you have got to do is do your best," She said.
Rosa came over.
"Was that one of yours?" She asked.
"Sure was," I said.
"Hats off to ye that was amazing," She said.
"Uh. Tanks a mill. I don't think it was pretty good but ..." I looked at Ma. Her eyebrows were raised.
"But ... I try my best," I said.
I saw Ma smile.
"Come along Charlie. Lets get yiz butt home," Ma said.
I laughed.
I packed up and went back home.
All I have to do is do my best.
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The Contestant. (A The Voice fan fiction.) Book One.
FanfictionCharlotte Hewer is a busker from Ireland. When her Mother signs her up for The Voice UK against her will, how will she cope with having to sing in front of four super star coaches. Suspicions rise as Charlotte gets ever closer to someone she really...