Beat Still

Chapter 54: Beat Still

Idk how the X-Factor works...

Use this link when it tells you:

http://youtu.be/BKEis9RwqS0

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*Marcel's Pov*

"I'm so nervous." I felt myself squeezing Louis' hand even harder than I already was.

"Why? We're the ones that should be nervous." He chuckled while looking around at the other boys. I gasped and swatted his arm.

"I am in this just as much as you guys are!" I let my grip loosen on his stupid hand.

"Yeah Lou, Marcel practically started our band." Liam chimed in from the seat beside me.

"And got us this audition." Niall pointed lifting his head from it's position in my brother's lap.

"And wrote like all of our songs?" Harry added with a smirk from the seat across from me.

"I think it's safe to say that Mar is not only a part of this band, but practically the leader." Zayn said quietly while messing with Liam's fingers absentmindedly.

I turned back to Lou with a victorious smile. He mocked it, shaking his head with a dopey look on his face. He was about to reply with another annoying quip when a woman's voice interrupted him.

"Jade Thirwall, please take the stage! Good Luck to you. One Direction, you're next to see the judges. One Direction." Her high pitched voice rang over the loud speakers, causing the entire room filled with people to quiet down.

This happened every 7 minutes. Yes I counted. That's what the nerves will do to you, I guess.

"Okay, last minute pep talk." I clapped my hands and motioned for the boys to come closer,"You boys are going to go out there, and kill it. I believe in you, and I believe in your talent. I know that each of you will wow the judges not only with our music, but with your charisma, personality, and heck I'll just say it, your devilishly good looks."

Each boy shook their heads and laughed, causing me to chuckle too before continuing,"Remember to be confident, be yourselves, and before anything else be-"

"One Direction, please take the stage! Good Luck to you. Riddle C, you are next to see the judges."

All of the boys looked to me with wide eyes. I suppose that I have become somewhat of their manager, a leader if you will. Granted I only signed up to be the songwriter, but I think that ship sailed when I came up with the band name and set up every practice and audition and gig and-

I shook my head, once again becoming present in the situation. They were about to get on that huge stage and audition for the X-Factor. My boys.

All of our families sat in the audience, there were cameras everywhere, and I could just feel the tension radiating off of every contestant in the room. This is it. I really hope my pep talk helped...

"Marcy! They are saying they don't have our instruments!" Harry ran to me in a panic.

"What?" This has got to be a sick joke.

"They said they must have got us mixed up with another band. All they have for us is a cd with two songs on it!" Niall was next to run up with a crazed look on his face. I was sure those pretty blue eyes of his would pop right out of his skull.

A woman with an earpiece and name tag that read Sarah J. walked over to us quickly, brown skin beginning to glisten with sweat.

"I'm going to cue a commercial to stall for you guys. We'll figure this out!" She held a bright smile on her face even though her eyes showed fear. She was probably scared for her job and the show, poor thing.