Chapter 1, Lime light... Soon.
In the car on the way to the talent show, no biggie just over 10,000 people watching. I'm surprised I made it this far, well I didn't usually have a great singing voice but. I lost my voice by talking to much and when it came back I sang my favourite songs, and a perfectly tuned voice came out, before I sounded like a walrus with a throat infection.
"Here we are!" My sister squealed, I started to fiddle with my lucky bracelet, for luck.
"Thanks for reminding me." I moaned, why did I have to give in too my mum shes going to make me look like a fool. And the preparations for this! I had to get my teeth bleached, (not that I wasn't already planning to do that) the taste was horrible but, now I have too wear a label saying. "Do not stare at my teeth or you might not look at light in the same way." We walked into registration. She took my name muttering something like.
"New Justin Bieber." And I almost vomited. (Note too self don't start singing Bruno Mars).
"Thanks." I murmured as I took my ID back. I sat down took out my acoustic guitar and started to sing. How You Remind Me by Nickleback while playing my guitar. Some people started to look and say show off.
Never made it as a wise man,
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing.
Tired of living like a blind man,
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling,
And this is how you remind me,
Of what I really am.
This is how you remind me,
Of what I really am......
I stopped and smiled for keeping in tune while playing the song at the end of the song, and I got a applause I didn't realise everybody stopped what they where doing to listen too me. My face grew red.
"Uh-well... I-" Great way too impress, I thought sarcastically everybody laughed. And went even more red.
"Number 223!" A voice echoed out the speakers.
"That's me," A man said, "Wish me luck." And off he went to get grilled by the audience, the judges and the home viewers. That guy is brave, I was practicing by mouthing words and pressing the cords but not strumming the guitar. A girl walks up to me and starts chatting too me, she starts saying how I am really good and what shes doing but I wasn't paying attention. If I become famous fans will be ten times as worse. Good job on staying positive! Great now I'm so self-conscious I have a voice in my head gonna tell me what too do. Absolutely! A picture of a guy with his thumbs up entered my head. I am losing it, the preasure is getting too me I-. If you think your getting the preasure you should check you-.
"Hello, Earth to gorgeous singer slash guitar player?" Oh yeah I zoned out while she was talking too me oops.
"Oh sorry I just zone out sometimes when I think about a song, and how too play it." I said nervously.
"What." She looked at me in complete confused face. I swear too God if fans are ten times as worse, I will have too hire a private army. Atta boy staying positive. Go to hell! I said slowly in my head.
"Number 666" I look at my number and it's me.
"Just my luck too get the devils number." She laughed.
"Better you than someone else." She giggled.
And I thought, "Stuff this if they hate me, they hate me but I'll sing my heart out and make sure my fingers are bleeding at the end."
It's my time.
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