DEMIS POV:
Wow, the heat of the stage's lights and Brittney's complaining make me not want to be here. My scratchy fur coat is getting me sweaty and gross, thank god we aren't recording right now. Where is my hairdresser when I need him? The XFactor USA hasn't even started yet and I'm already tired of sitting here at the judges tables. I WANNA GO HOME.
BRITTNEYS POV:
Oh my god. What if some total dimwit comes on stage and ruins my eardrums with his horrible singing. I can't believe what Demi is wearing. Faux fur coats are SO last year Dems. Ugh, and Simon? Someone doesn't have enough money to buy anything other than white tees and jeans. And who is this black guy two seats away from me? At least it's not 2007 and I have all my hair.
SIMONS POV:
Oh my cat. I better keep my keen senses open, I might be able to put together another boy band! This year is going to be great, I can just feel it. Now I have to try and keep my 'mean judge' image held so the first 10 people will get a "no" from me. Unless they are black, or fat.
L.A. REID:
Man do I hope there is real competition this year. Last year was SHIT.
DEMIS POV:
"Hey Demi! Come over here so we can record the opening clip with One Direction." Simon hollers at me from the other room.
"Coming!!" I answer. He can't seem to get enough of those boys, ever since they became 'super famous'.
I don't see anything particularly wrong with them, they are all handsome and all, but I have to remind myself that I'm not looking into a relationship at the moment so I should get my mind off that fact. My only real problem is that there's a huge rumor going around that I am getting together with Niall, the Irish one from the band. Which isn't necessarily bad, just not what I am looking for at the moment.
I enter the room with the boys and give them all a hug, making sure that I hug Niall last.
Ouch. My heels are KILLING me.
I look over to Simon as the boys finish up the opening clip and admire Simon's eyes. I've never noticed how beautiful they are, so eye-like and brown.
"DEMI" Brittney yells. Stopping me from my trance. "Bitch, I know you did not just wear my shoes".
"I didn't!" I reply, looking down at my heels that were hurting my feet, oh-so much.
I realize that they were her shoes in fact, so I slip them off and hand them to her. She takes them from me with a grunt and leaves to her dressing room. I hug the boys goodbye and stare at my bare feet. When Louis whispers to me:
"They weren't gucci, it's ok."
I chuckled, but it wasn't funny. He was being serious. Oh well.
The XFactor was about to officially start, so I headed to my judge's seat.
