Wild {Wesley Stromberg}

Chapter 2: Sing

Chapter 2: Sing

"Contestant 190802!" Someone called. They had a blue uniform and a headset. I looked down at my shirt, where my number was pinned.

190802.

My mom squealed, but I could tell in her eyes she was exhausted. Her eyes were dull. It was 3 and she barely slept, and has been standing all day. She hugged me and whispered, "Good luck baby. Go and kill it!" She kissed me and I let the workers take me in. My heart felt like 10,000 drums were in my chest, and my breaths were shaky. The workers led me to a machine with a CD slot in it and billions of controls.

"Song please," they said, and I unsteadily pulled the Cd out of my back pocket. A worker with blonde hair read the words in black sharpie.

Santeria by Sublime

Alice Newman

"Santeria, eh?" the worker, looking to be in her late 20's asked. I nodded. "My kind of music. Probably not supposed to say this, but good luck and hope you win!"

"T-thanks," I replied and managed a small smile.

"You're up!" another worker said and led me to the stage. I clutched my ukulele so hard my knuckles turned white. I reached the edge of the stage, and the man said, "Go." I took a deep breath, letting all my nervousness escape me. The man followed quickly and set down a little stool so I could sit while I played my uke. I stepped under the lights and heard clapping and cheers. I smiled and looked at the judges.

Simon. Demi. Britney. L.A.

"Hello!" Demi smiled. I returned the greeting. "What's your name?"

"Alice Newman."

"How old are you, Alice?" Britney asked.

"Seventeen," I replied, and the crowd clapped again. Guess they like teenagers.

Now I felt the sweat start to accumulate. Simon was talking to me.

"What song will you be singing today?" he said, his eyes studying me.

"Santeria by Sublime."

"Alright, Alice, show us what you've got!" Demi said. I smiled and sat down on my chair. I settles the ukulele comfortably on one leg and began to play.

"I don't practice Santeria

I ain't got no crystal ball

Well I had a million dollars but I

I'd spend it all

If I could find that heina

And that Sancho that she'd found

Well I'd pop a cap in Sancho

And I'd slap her down

What I really wanna know, my baby

Oh, what I really wanna say, I can't define

Well it's love that I need, oh

My soul will have to wait till I get back

Find a heina of my own

Daddy's gonna love one an' all

I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break

And I gotta live it out, oh yeah, uh huh

Well I swear that I

What I really wanna know, my baby