"What's your name and where are you from?" Demi Lovato asked me as I nervously gripped the microphone.
If I was any more nervous, I'd explode.
"B-Bella Rosewood and I'm from Manchester" I said shyly
"Who have you brought with you today, Bella?" Harry fucking Styles asked me.
"My sisters, Erika and Lucy and my best friends Andrea, Ariana, Dyson and Shiane" I said
"Tell us a little more about yourself" Simon said
"Uh, I'm an orphan because my mom died and my dad didn't want us" I said
"How long have you been singing?" Louie Walsh asked
"Not long. I used to sing on the streets to being in money while my mom was pregnant with Lucy" I said
"What will you be singing?" Harry asked
"Red by Taylor Swift" I said and they nodded
"You can start" Simon said, his gaze watching me judgmentally.
My breath caught as the first few notes played and I closed my eyes, letting the music take me away to a world where it's just me in my bedroom as I get ready for school and I'm belting out the lyrics to my favourite songs.
"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street
Faster than the wind
Passionate as sin, ending so suddenly
Loving him is like trying to change your mind
Once you're already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn
So bright just before they lose it all
Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red
Touching him is like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong
Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met
But loving him was red
Oh red burning red
Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes
Tell myself its time now, gotta let go
But moving on from him is impossible
When I still see it all in my head
Burning red.
Burning, it was red.
Oh, losing him was blue like I'd never known
