The Vault

Adam Levine Fic (requested)

October 15, 2013

I stood backstage, looking onto the screens that would inevitably display me for all the world to see… The screens that could potentially hold my future. I gripped the microphone nervously in my hand and tugged on the hem of my black tailored jacket, before I heard someone come up behind me. 

"Hey Jazz!"

I turned around to see my best friend, and older brother, smiling down at me before he pulled me into a big bear hug. James was always there for me, he was my rock, my entire support system and he could help me through anything. Unfortunately, he couldn't help me with the complete nervousness that shot through me. 

Today's my audition for The Voice. I've seen the show so many hundreds of times. It's my favorite show ever, not to mention the fact that I've had a huge crush on one of the judges, Adam Levine, for years now. To be truthful, Maroon 5 is my favorite band, but I think I'd be too embarrassed to admit it if he were to ask me. 

"Are you nervous?" James asked me, putting me back down on my feet after he'd nearly crushed me in a hug. 

"Me? Nervous?" I giggled, tugging at the collar of my blue satin button up shirt. "I mean, I'm only singing on recorded television, in front of my celebrity crush… Why would I be nervous?"

Truth is, I really had no reason to be nervous. I've been singing since I could form coherent mumbles and sounds. I'm convinced I was born to be a singer. There's nothing I don't do, that I don't somehow relate back to singing or music in general. Everything I do is about music - knowing this, James suggested that I do the auditions for the Voice and finally get the break I deserve. I reluctantly agreed and sent in a video of me singing, only to be shocked beyond belief when I was picked for the actual live auditions.

"Jasmine, look at me," James put his hands on my shoulders, looking at me. I'd studied his face intensely, never really looking at my brother before, even though he was my best friend. 

His shaggy, sandy colored hair was spiked up in messy pieces, with his hazel eyes smiling warmly at me. He has high cheekbones and a defined jaw line - it's really undeniable that my brother's attractive. He's had so many girlfriends before, but dumped all of them because I never got along well with them. I've always told him that I didn't want to get in the way of his happiness, but he always made the excuse that family comes first, and that I'm his best friend, and if none of the girls he's dated can realize that, then they're not good for him. 

I smiled at my brother as he tried to give me a firm talking to, like he always does when I'm nervous beyond recognition. 

"Jazz, you are a phenomenal singer. The best I've ever heard… And shit, just look at me. I like bands like Zeppelin and Sabbath and hell, I'll even range to Sinatra. I'm weird when it comes to my music. The way you sound is nothing like what a person with my musical intrests should like… But I love your voice." He grinned, making me smile. "If you can make someone as stubborn as me, like your kind of music without even batting an eyelash, then you're doing something right."

"I guess so," I giggled, pulling him into another hug. "Thank you so much, bud. I love you."

"I love you too," He looked behind me to where one of the stagehands was signaling for me to get onto the stage. "Now go on, you've got a competition to win."

Nervously, I took a deep, shaky breath as I saw the judges chairs turn back around, preparing for my audition. I caught a glimpse of Adam and Oh god… He's so cute. I can't let him be a distraction to me though. I need to focus and get through this… I need to give it all I've got.