Choose Your Prize (George Shelley/Union J)

Chapter One: Nervous

Disclaimer: I don't know how successful Union J will actually be on TXF, but I wish them the best of luck. However, I will continue to write this fanfiction even if they do not get through to live shows, or if they get voted off. I might make stuff up that didn't actually happen. I do not own Union J in any way, but I do on Femme Fatale. They are a made up girl group and all rights go to me.

Chapter One

       "The judges are ready for you," a perky crew member told me and suddenly the knots in my stomach were multiplying. This was my first audition and I was well nervous as my future lied in front as of now.

       I stepped up onto the stage, trying not to fall down or throw up on Tulisa. "Hi," I greeted, half-whispering into the solid microphone.

      "Hello, what's your name?" Gary asked me. I look out at the nearly-five thousand person audience and I am bit with the stagefright bug. Suddenly, I just want to run off stage and curl into fetal position in the corner and cry. I want the ground to swallow me up whole, but I don't show it. I just simply smile.

             "My name is Ingrid... Ingrid Porter." I confirm, nodding slightly.

              "What will you be singing for us today?" he asks again.

             Abruptly, I forget the song I'm going to be singing. I was pretty sure to be doing Unfaithful by the Rihanna, but my mind switches buttons and tells me not to. Then, I hear a voice spit out "Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls. When I put two and two together, I identify the voice. It's mine.

                 When I hear the beat of the song start to flow in the speakers, I feel like a feather and the adrenaline started to pump through my veins. I forget about the nerves and get into my personal bubble; this is my time to shine.

                 I lift the microphone to my lips and let my voice carry itself out. I thought I was doing well, and then I get to the last bit I was prepared for.

                   "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
                    Or the moment of truth in your lies
                    When everything feels like the movies
                     Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive

                     And I don't want the world to see me
                     Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
                     When everything's made to be broken
                      I just want you to know who I am"

                      "Thank you," Louis said. "That was really, really good." My eyes are filled to the brim with tears, but I don't let them spill out. I look around me and notice people are clapping. I've never been praised for my voice before. I like this.

                     "I agree," Nicole starts, "but you didn't exactly 'wow' me." she finishes. Some people clap. Some 'boo' her. I stay still.

                        "Shall we vote?" Louis suggests. "I say yes."

                        One yes. I can do this. "Definitely yes! I want to mentor you!" Tulisa smiles warmly.

                         Two yes'. This is making me very queasy by now.

                         "It's going to be a no from me today," Nicole speaks softly, and I nod, mouthing 'thank you.' My hands are shaking and I feel as if my boots were glued to the ground. I feel... numb.

                           "I have some doubts but, I think I'm going to take the chance with you." Gary decides. "Congratulations."

                            I drop to my  knees, fully crying by now. I'm overwhelmed by a sea of emotions and I have no idea what to do. I start to walk out backstage and collect my sheets as I'm face to face with a nervous looking boy- whom is also very pretty- who's turn was up next.

                              "Good luck," I say sincerely, hugging him with one arm. It's just a friendly gesture; I don't even know his name.

                               "Thanks, I need it. Did you just get in?" he asks me.

                             "I did... nervewracking, but I did it," I grin, claiming a water bottle from a different staff member.

                           The same perky lady told him to go on stage, but I'm curious and I stay behind. I want to see if this anxious lad gets in.

                                 "I'm George Shelley, I'm eighteen and I work in a coffee shop." he introduces. He starts singing a very different acoustic version of Britney Spears' "Toxic" but he is actually quite good. The judges let him in and I can see why, but when he walks out he doesn't look as if he reacted the way I did. I'm embarrassed, now realizing I acted like a drunken fool on national television.

                                  I look down and say my goodbyes to the rest of the hopefuls, but looking up at George and saying, "Guess I'll be seeing you around... my name is Ingrid."

A/N: Very short, I'm SO sorry. I just didn't know how to make this part longer, but the next chapter will be! I'm also sorry for the changes in tense; I'm having difficulty deciding if I should do it in past or present. Opinions?