Demi Has Dynamite

Chapter Four

Blaire’s POV

Tomorrow is the first day of boot camp I have packed all my belongings minus cooking stuff etc. it all fits into one duffle bag, well a duffle bag and I carry my guitar. Apparently the X-factor pay for our hotel and food whilst we are at boot camp so that is one less thing I need to worry about. I don’t really eat a lot anyway not because of an eating disorder actually it kind of is I suffered badly from the age of 9-12 with an eating disorder and it is still something I struggle with. I am meeting at a place the text message tells me I had to meet so I can get my room etc. I am a few hours early I had nothing better to do so I sit on a little couch in the hotel foyer it looks really fancy and nice I look at what people around me are wearing then look at what I am wearing people are giving me a few dirty looks, i try and ignore them I ply my ear phones in after Cooper died Parker decided to give me his iPod, he had a really large range or music and a lot of good stuff, I also send it to one of the guys sisters to update it every now and again. I pull out a note book out of my guitar case and a pen. I go to the page to one of the songs I have started on. I start thinking and adding more lyrics to the page also doodling around the page. After a while I look up and see that there are quite a few people sitting or standing around me I think that they may be some other contestants I pause my music just to see what is happening make sure no one is talking to me. I keep my eyes low though not wanting to make eye contact. I hear people whisper about the girl with the gross clothes and the journal I’m guessing that is me, she is so ugly I hear one say, I bet she fucked her way into the competition I hear another say I decide I have heard enough so I subtly press play on the iPod again 4 songs later I feel someone tap my shoulder I tense a bit I look up and see some man standing in front of me I take my head phones out.

“Well how nice of you to join us “he says he sounds really mean it scares me a bit.

“sss sorry sir” I say rather softly and look down playing with a bit of string coming of my shirt I hear people start laughing softly causing me to look down a bit more and bite my lip.

“ok so welcome everyone congratulations on making it to this stage so far, some deserve it more than others” the man says I feel someone glare at me causing me to try and sink down further making myself smaller. I feel myself tear up a bit maybe I am over reacting he starts reading out the room assignments we all have to share with someone which makes me feel very nervous. I look up a little and see there is hardly anyone left I also see the 4 judges I didn’t even know they were here I look back down again before I catch anyone’s eyes.

“Blaire Storme and Clair Ramone” I hear him say I stand up and get my bag and guitar then I hear it.

“Ewwwwwww I am not sharing a room with that, I refuse why I should be punished waking up to that every morning” a girl says she is about 17 rather tall and skinny she has straight blond hair. This makes me feel like absolute crap, I thought the bullying would stop once I left school, I guess not I wipe away a tear that I foolishly let fall.

“no it is unfair I refuse to share with that I demand that I be swapped or moved or something, I wouldn’t even let that sleep in a hotel she is dirty she doesn’t belong here ” Clair keeps ranting how is it that someone who doesn’t even know me can be so mean. I knew I shouldn’t have shown up for the auditions.

“Their won’t even be enough room in the room with her cos look at her she is huge” she says that is all I can take between her and the voices it is too much.

“Miss Ramone that is enough there is only one way to solve this issues. Your kicked of the show take you stuff and leave right now” Simon says I feel shocked by what has just been said why would they kick her off I mean I have never heard her sing but she is really pretty I bet she has a great voice then there is me I’m a nothing I’m shy ugly and just a nothing. I don’t really understand it but before I know it I am in my room. Seriously what am I doing here all I know is I am on a ride of my life and I don’t know how long it will be before I get thrown of this ride and that scares me I don’t have control this time.