Average//Jack Avery

XXXII

Brynn's POV

"Fine, well you see about 2 years ago I lived in a small city in California called Garberville. It has the population of 910. I grew up with a very musical family, considering you guys are very talented in this area, I think you can tell where I'm getting with this," I let out a sigh. "I was a singer, I started participating in school talent shows, then I played in local coffee shops, and so on. One day I was singing in the coffee shop with my keyboard, little did I know there was an agent sitting there listening. I mean who comes to a town of 900 to look for talent, but that's beside the point. He was actually a very nice man, he offered me an opportunity to come here in LA to make a name for myself. Of course, I went with him, with my parent's consent, after all, I was 14. A week later I was scheduled to meet with his colleagues, now seeing as I've played numerous times in front of various people, I should've of been completely confident. Wrong, why you ask? Well, my 14-year-old self had anxiety, well I still have anxiety, but once again beside the point. And because I was performing in front of a bunch of top-notch producers, not just local coffee buyers there was more riding on this one time. No, I didn't just freeze, that would actually be better than what actually happened come to think of it. I was not only off pitch, but I also forgot the words and ran out, professional right? I guess the whole off pitch wasn't entirely my fault, I ended up having vocal nodules. Luckily, after I had the treatment my talking voice was normal, but out of fear I haven't tried to sing," I finish explaining.

The entire story I was facing the floor, as I look up I see all the guys with a dumbfounded look on their face, and the three girls look sorry.

"Wow, so you haven't sung in almost 2 years?" Corbyn asks.

"Yup," I answer.

"Well we're not gonna get to two years because, you are gonna dig with us, right here, right now," Zach says.

"I don't know Zach," I say.

"Oh c'mon you got it," He assures me.

"No, I really don't know. I don't know if I sound the same, if I have the confidence, or if I can even sing in general. Zach, I'm scared, scratch that, I'm terrified," I object.

"Don't be, there's nothing to be afraid of," He tells me.

"But what if I don't sound good?" I ask.

"But what if you sound great?" He asks with a smile.

That stupid smile.

"Fine," I agree.

"Yess!" He celebrates.

"So what are we singing?" I ask.

"Do you like Shawn Mendes?" he asks.

"Duh! Shawn is Da-," I pause. "Shawn is amazing, he's amazing," I save myself.

"Mhm," Caitlin comments.

"Well, since you like Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello why don't we (hehe) sing I Know What You Did Last Summer," He suggests.

"I guess I can try, but I'm not sure if I can match her vocals anymore, so if I sound like a dying cat it's your fault," I say.

(Watch video, pretend Ariana is Brynn, that's not what she looks like tho)

At first, I sang relatively quiet, then as the song progressed I gradually got louder. The entire time I kept my eyes closed because I knew if I looked at anyone I'd feel even more scared.We finish the song and I open my eyes. I look around and see everyone with their eyes glued to me.

"Umm, why are you all just staring at me? Was I that bad?" I ask nervously.

"Not at all, as a matter of fact, that was perfect. Sorry boys, but I like her better," Peyton says.