This is Fate, Right? (lwt)

Chapter 6

We go into the dressing room to put on our outfits. I am wearing the leather skirt I got on that Saturday with the white lace crop top I bought. I am also wearing those combat boots with chains and studs. I am wearing black lace tights underneath the skirt. Evelyn is wearing a short strapless black tube dress underneath an unbuttoned plaid shirt. She is wearing suede black bootie wedges with plain black tights. A few days ago we had decided that we wanted Avril to take us into the city to dye our hair platinum blonde with black tips. While we were on a roll we also got matching nose piercings with matching nose rings. We completely rock the punk rock look. By the time we get to the makeup artist all she had to do was put on black eyeliner, lipgloss, and a bit of foundation for us. As we are being dolled up I ask "Are you nervous at all, Evelyn?" She answers with a simple but decisive "yes." After the makeup artist, we are ready to roll.

After what seems like an eternity waiting for our turn we saunter up to the front of the stage. The judges give us the ok to start and I do. Evelyn is a whole other story. As I start singing "Right, right, turn off the lights..." she just stands there frozen. I give her the death glare and she pauses a moment, trying to remember the lyrics we have been practicing for so long. After that she does a phenonemal job along with me. When we finally finish and win a standing ovation from the judges she mouths her apologies.

Everyone else except Avril is voting because she would be biased.

The dreaded Justin Timberlake speaks first "Don't think I didn't notice how you froze, Evelyn. I still do not think you are what we are looking for but you did pretty well this time. I give you a no."

Oh, how optimistic of you, Justin. What a great way to start off the voting.

Kelly Clarkson quickly sweeps the mood off its feet by saying "Justin may never be persuaded of this but you guys did better than any other groups tonight even with Evelyn freezing up. We all do that at some point or another. You can be assured of my yes."

The final vote that belongs to Bruno Mars and that will have all the difference comes up very quickly. "Tonight was on the borderline because I did not think you had the confidence to go on with this contest at the beginning because of the pause but you quickly proved me wrong. I am your final yes. You move on to the next stage."

"Bravo, bravo," Evelyn and I hear several masculine voices coming from the back.

All of a sudden we see five young men walking briskly toward us. They come to a stop right in front of us. One of them with blue eyes and brown hair stares right at us as if scrutinizing our every feature.

"Oh yes, I forgot to introduce you," Avril steps in to our staring match. "Evelyn and Callie, meet Liam, Harry, Louis, Niall, and Zayn."

"Who?"