Jessica’s POV
Boot camp. I was ready for this. I sit on stage amongst the others and I see a few familiar faces, but not many. I had never felt alone like this, I always had people talking to me. It was so strange.
The stage seemed ten times bigger now that I looked at it.
“You have to be the best to make it through boot camp, and cuteness won’t do. You have to have actual talent.” I hear a lady say. I turn around and see an older gal, about thirty, who clearly thought she was all that. I’d show her.
After a while of sitting and listening to other people talk the judges come out. Everyone cheers and my heart beats faster. I wanted Dylan to be here with me.
“Right now we will make a cut, if I don’t call your name you will have to leave. I’m sorry.” Simon says and there is a collective gasp. Already people were going home?
“This is it. The one’s they just let through cause they were cute are going now.” I hear the lady say. Had my dedication to Dylan been the cute that got me through or did I actually have talent?
They start the list, and to my relief my name is called. Bowman, B, I was close to the top at alphabetical order. Thankful, I go off stage to meet the others who had made it through. A girl with long curly brown hair follows me and sighs.
“I was worried for a second.” She laughs.
“Me too. I’m Jessica,” I introduce myself.
“Ashlee,” she says and people keep coming. Over three fourths of the people who made it to boot camp were leaving though. I was so lucky to have made it this far.
“And last, but not least, Meghan Wilhelm.” Simon says and the girl comes off stage in tears.
“I thought I was leaving!” she says and I smile at her. If I was called last I would have had the same reaction.
“We are sorry again to those of you who didn’t make it. But this is the end of your journey.” Britney says kindly. I wouldn’t have been able to hear those words; I would have rather died. As the rejected leave the stage in tears and anger the rest of us wait. Here I was at boot camp. For real this time.
Leti’s POV
“Sing off partners will be, Darian Jane and Marla Peterson.” LA starts announcing. Who would I be paired with? I was so nervous.
“Leticia Avila and Hannah Marshall.” I hear and I join the girl I guess is Hannah.
“I’m Hannah,” she says. She was… different. She had long jet black hair, and piercing blue eyes, but what was weird was her outfit. I would describe it as goth or emo. All black, trench coat, chains. I was used to weird things coming from where I did, but this was really different.
“I’m Leti,” I say.
“Latina girl huh? That’s cool, what song should we sing?” she ask and I wonder if I should take offense to what she said. I couldn’t change who I was, and yes I was Latina, why was that a big deal?
“I’m good for anything, I can rap if you are into that.” I say pushing past what she said.
“Do you like Avril Lavigne?” she asks and I try to think of who that is. Avril Lavigne, blonde hair right? Okay I knew her.
“Yeah she has some good songs.” I say.
“I want to sing When You’re Gone is that fine?” Hannah asks and I nod. Maybe I knew the song.
We start rehearsing and I quickly learn the song, I wasn’t going to let Hannah beat me in this sing off. This competition was too important to me and my family. As we wait off stage Jordan is singing. I was glad he made it through too.
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X Factor Diaries
FanfictionMany solo artists have auditioned on XFactor, then were put together as groups. One Direction, Little Mix, Playback, Fifth Harmony, and many more. What happens for five girls who audition by themselves around the country and make it to bootcamp? Bu...