The Contestant. (A The Voice fan fiction.) Book One.

Live Show 2 - The Semi Finals

Charlotte's POV:

Andy and I got a taxi to the studios.

I was wringing my hands nervously.

Andy covered then with his hands.

"You will be fine hun. I promise," He said.

"I really want to win... To get through to the finals ... For Ma... But that means having to beat Jess ... And .... I can't do that ..." I said hesitantly.

"Jess may be your friend but she is NOT gonna hate ye if ye beat her. In fact she might like ye even more," Andy said.

"Why would she like me even if i beat her?" I asked.

Andy moved one hand to my cheek.

"Charlie. Charlie. Charlie. Charlie. The Voice is extremely stressful. I don't think you have felt the full stress of it because you have had so much stress going on outside of The Voice that it has masked the stress from The Voice up. You just get on and do it. Jess and all the other contestants feel it head on," Andy explained.

That makes sense.

"So i might be doing her a favour?" I asked.

"Maybe. If she wants this added stress removed from her life. To be honest with you. She is a better singer than you... But! Before you say anything! She is not an artist. She just copies songs and she copies them well. You. You're an artist. You change songs about. You make them you. Charlie... You put so much emotion into your songs. The amount of times you have made me cry is unbelievable. Seriously Charlie. That is who an artist is and you are one! Believe me!" Andy said and smiled.

I half smiled back.

"Charlie. Believe me okay! If the public can see an artist then they will pick you. If they just see a great singer they will pick Jess," Andy said.

"The British public just go by what sounds good and if Jess is the better singer then they will pick her voice over mine," I said.

"Hey. I said that i think this. I'm not standing for the entire of the British Public here. I'm just standing for Andy," Andy said.

I smiled fully this time.

"And what does Andy know about music?" I asked.

"Fuck all," He said laughing and he pulled me into a hug as the taxi pulled up to the studios.

Me and Andy got out.

Andy paid despite my protests.

"I shall be paying next time ye know that!" I said.

"We'll see," He said.

I stuck my tongue out at him. He stuck his out in return.

We didn't do anything couple-ish as press was hanging about as were Voice cameras and we wanted to be low key for the time being.

Danny's POV:

My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It kept buzzing. Fuck off!

"Yes!" I said down the phone.

Jess answered.

"Hey Danny," She greeted.

"Shit! Sorry Jess. Are ye coming in?" I asked.

"Ye know ye said not to do anything drastic?" She asked.

I don't like where this is going.

"Ye-es?" I said in a 'just tell me' tone.

"I might have broken a bone," Jess said sheepishly.

"What part of don't do anything drastic did ye not understand?" I asked.