The lyrics ran through my head. The song lyrics flowed through my body. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be? I sat at the edge of my seat. Come on, come on.
“The last audition of the day will be number 161362, Cody Jensen.” I got nervous chills down my spine as they called my name.
“They're ready for you, Love.” One of the stage crew workers said, as she walked me to the stair case. I breathed in. Today was the day. I either can make it, or break it. The choice wasn't up to me, it was up to the four judges I stood infront off. Cheryl Cole, Simon Cowell, Louis Walsh, and Demi Lovato. I was literally shaking. I was singing in front of some of musics biggest names, and the girl who kept me alive....
“Hi, Sweetie.” Demi spoke with a large smile on her face. I smiled back.
“Hi,” I said, smiling.
“What's your name?”
“I'm Cody.” Demi gave another smile to me.
“What will you be singing for us?” Simon asked.
“Part of Me, by Katy Perry.”
“And why did you chose that song, Love?” Cheryl asked me. I let my smile fade quite a bit as I looked down at the ground. I brought my head back up and look her in the eyes.
“This song....It means the world to me. It takes everything I'm made of and bundles it into all my emotions and when I sing it...It reminds me of the person I used to be.” I spoke, weakly.
“Who was that?” Demi wondered, looking me, obviously interested. All the memories flashed before my eyes.
“Um...When I was younger, since I was five, actually, I was bullied. I wasn't skinny enough, I wore glasses, I wasn't rich, I wasn't pretty enough....They teased me for anything they could find. So maybe my hair wasn't perfect and my clothes aren't name brand, but I am a person and I do have feelings.”
“I know what you've been through.” Demi said. I nodded.
“It got worse. I auditioned for my school talent show, and I got in. But I was still made fun of. People made fun of me for singing, for believing I have a chance. A few years ago....I completely lost it.” By this point I had tears running down my face. Demi's eyes were tearing up, along with Cheryl and Louis. “The text, emails, facebook messages, tweets, they were too much to take in. I lost it. I decided I was done.”
Simon leaned forward, now interested. “I took the razor, I took it to my wrist, I tried to do it...I really tried...But I was too weak. I gave up. A few weeks later, it actually got worse. I grabbed the razor once more, and dug it into my skin, but I didn't give up. I pushed it harder and harder. You know how people say it makes you feel better? Well it didn't. It made me feel worse.”
“I went into my bathroom, grabbed the orange bottle, that was not mine, and I tugged at the lid.” Louis and Cheryl gasped, while Demi let tears run down her cheeks. I looked down at my wrist, that was covered in many bracelets. “I tugged and twisted it many times, but I couldn't get it open....But when I did....I turned on the sink, grabbed a cup, poured the blue capsules into my hand and swallowed half the bottle, which was sixteen, my lucky number. It took fourth handfuls of four to swallow them, but as I swallowed the last four, my best friend Taylor burst through the white wooden door.” The tears, now were rivers running down my face. I looked at all the judges, they were crying. Even Simon Cowell.
“She had already called the ambulance and my family. They ran in behind her, as I fell to my knees, collapsing, leaving the worried wonder, if I'd ever wake up, inside everyone's mind.”
The whole audience was crying now. Even a guy who looks like a professional boxer.
“Cody, your story is absolutely amazing.” Simon spoke. Everyone's jaw dropped. We were all surprised.
“How did you get over that part of your life?” Demi questioned.
“You were a big part of it...You're music inspired me to sing, and Katy Perry's girl power kept me going. But without you two, I wouldn't be here.” Demi stood up and ran over to the stage and engulfed me into a hug.
“Cody, you are a beautiful girl, remember that. Stay strong.” I smiled through the tears, as Demi pushed back my bracelet, looking at the scar. “I'm glad your better now.” She said and walked back to her seat.
“Well, Lovely, your story is amazing, lets hear your singing.” Cheryl said, smiling and whipping her final tears.
I nodded, signaling that I was ready for the music to start, and the track began rolling. I took a deep breath in, as I let the words flow out. It was my time to shine.
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The audience stood up, cheering, screaming, for me....For me. I got a standing ovation. I had a huge smile on my face, I looked at the judges, and they did too.
“Oh. My. God. Cody! Your voice is DROP. DEAD. AMAZING!!” Louis exclaimed, with a huge smile!
“Cody....I didn't expect that from your tiny little self! You are truly a great role model and singer. I think you'll be a fan favourite!” Cheryl said, adding a wink.
“Thank you...” I was shocked.
“You are an inspiration....To the audience, fans, me, everyone who will learn your story will find how amazing...How far you came. I'm amazed with you.” I laughed.
“Thank you so much, Demi.....For everything.” She nodded with a smile.
“Cody....You had an inspirational story, but when you sang...” Oh crap....He hated me. “Something different came out. I expected a higher pitch, poppy-voice, but you....You have an old soul inside of you. Adele better watch out, she now has competition. It's a Yes.” I went weak to my knees. THE Simon Cowell had just given me a yes. Just two more. I crossed my fingers.
“Cody....It's a yes.” Louis said.
“Yes.” Cheryl spoke. I had just gotten THREE yes's! I. Almost. Died.
“You're going to go far, your one of my favourites. Yes, yes, yes, yes, times twenty!” I felt my hands start shaking, I wanted to scream...But I couldn't find the words to do it....
“Thank you so much! I won't disappoint you! I promise!”
“You better keep that promise.” Demi smiled.
“Pinky swear.” I said, and ran off stage.
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