Writings On The Wall || Wilhemina Venable

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||Part 3 to Too Good At Goodbyes||


Here you were, back on stage two years after placing second on America's Got Talent. This time you came alone. Not able to accompanied by the woman you were lucky to had called your wife. You leaned your head back and looked up towards the ceiling whilst bringing the locket on your necklace up to your lips. You kissed it softly before hearing your cue to walk out on the star you were very familiar with.

You met the judges with a small smile on your face as the basically showered you with love and admiration.

"Well if it isn't my favorite performer. How has life been treating you Y/n?" Howie asked once you were in the middle of the stage.

"I wish it were treating me better Howie." You said sadly as you looked at him with a small smile.

"I heard about your lost. Everyone here at AGT sends you their condolences Y/N." Heidi said softly before blowing a kiss your way. You joking caught it and put it your pocket for 'safe keeping'.

"What are you going to sing for us today?" Simon asked as he looked up at you.

"Writings on the wall by Sam Smith." You said softly.

"Any dedication to someone this time?" He questioned jokingly.

You laughed before giving him an answer. "Just someone I promised to see in another lifetime."

"Alright then. Best of luck to you." Simon said before motioning you to begin.

You sat down at the shiny black piano that was behind you and set your mic in the stand before adjusting it to your liking. You took a deep breath and began to play the song before singing to the fiery red headed woman you didn't know was in the crowd.


I've been here before

But always hit the floor

I've spent a lifetime running

And I always get away

But with you I'm feeling something

That makes me wanna stay

I've prepared for this

I never shoot to miss

But I feel like a storm is coming

And if I'm gonna make it through the day

Then there's no more use of running

This is something I gotta face

If I risk it all

Could you break my fall?

How do I live?

How do I breathe?

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