About three months later, I sat on a sofa in a dressing room at Americal Idol in Hollywood. Thanks to Bridgette, she got me an audition at American Idol, and I'm going to the Finals!!!!!! I'm against this one girl named Aleishya Marie Torres, and I'm very nervous, because she has the voice of a thousand angels.
I grabbed a blusher and dabbed a thick brush in the little container and patted some on my cheeks. I wore a long dazzling pink dress and white open-toed high heels. I got up off my seat and walked over to a little secret closet that no one but me knew about-not even Aleishya. It was all the way in the back of the room hidden behind three layers of Michael Jackson wallpaper. I pressed a small button on the wall, also under the wallpaper, and the door swung open. Inside there were shelves adn shelves of colorful fashion wigs, ranging from luciously delicious milk chocolate brown to dazzling paparazzi hot pink. A couple of shelves were lined with mics and headsets. Another shelf was filled with hair ties, streams, bobby pin packets, conditioners, hairspray, and perfume and glitter. This seemed more like a child pageant to me than a competition. But, I grabbed a bottle of hairspray and perfume, and a dark chocolate brown long curly wig.
I sat at a small chair at the makeup desk (I was the only one in there, Aleishya had already started her song) and I tied my hair up into a net and shook up the bottle of hairspray, and sprayed the netting around my hair. Then, I slipped the wig on, and stared at the shelf of lipsticks next to me, ranging from peach pink to cherry wine. I picked up a tangerine-looking lip color and did my lips, and I heard Aleishya belt a long, high note. A high note? I listened closer, then gasped.
She stole my song! I planned to sing Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson. That was the only song I knew fully! Damnit, I thought to myself. I walked out of my dressing room, grabbing a mic off the makeup desk. I stood next to Ryan Seacrest, adn squaled a bit. Ryan Seacrest! I was backstage, looking out towards the audience as Aleishya finished the song and they clapped so loudly that I heard a few people coughing from struggling. Ryan walked out onto the stage and congratulated Aleishya.
"Well, well, well! I know, she was amazing!" He said. "Ok," He silenced the audience. "Next, we have the performance of a seventeen year old girl, who, recently lost her boyfriend."
The audience "awwwed" in sadness for me, and a tear dropped down the tip of my nose.
"So, let's give a big round of applause for, miss Courtney Williams!" Ryan shouted and walked offstage as the audience clapped. I sighed and walked out onto the stage and stood in the middle of the stage. I sighed.
"Well, my song was stolen, you guys." I said into the mic, and the audienced "awwwwed" again out of dissappointment.
"BUT, I have a solution!" I said, and the audience clapped, and I ran over to the DJ who was playing the music to the songs.
"Hey," I dug into my pocket and pulled out my iPod and handed it to him. I knew I could get disqualified for doing this, but I HAD to perform. "Can you play this? Track 14. Drums only, please." I spoke to him, not in the mic. He was rather young, about eighteen or nineteen. He had long black hair down to his shoulders, some covering his right eye, a tilted purple fashion fedora, and sparkling blue-green eyes. (And no, he is not Trent)
"Sure." He took my iPod, winked at me, and plugged it in. I walked back out onto the stage and spoke into the mic to the audience "Does anybody have an acoustic guitar with them?"
A lot of people's hands in the audience shot up. "UM....." I skimmed over the audience. "You!" I pointed to someone. A girl, about twenty four, stepped onto the stage and handed me a red wood polished acoustic guitar.
"Thank you." I said, and she walked back offstage.
I put the mic in a stand, and sat on a stool perched wich it. I took a guitar pick, and started strumming.
Now it seems to me
That you know just what to say
Words are only words
Can you show me something else
Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way
Show me how you feel
More than ever baby
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you told me that you loved me
Know for sure
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
I saw the smirk of confidence on Aleishya's face drop to a gawk at me, and I knew that meant I was doing better than her. I smiled, I wasn't nervous anymore, and most of my sadness from Duncan's death washed away. The audience clapped to the beat of Rob Thomas's hit as I strummed harder.
Now its hard for me with my heart still on the mend
Open up to me, like you do your girlfriends
And you say to me that I'm harmony
Oh, what you do to me is everything
Make me say anything; just to get you back again
Why can't we just try?!
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you told me that you loved me
Know for sure
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Oh Oh Oh Ohh
I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw the DJ smiling at me.
I got up off the stool and set the guitar on it, as the DJ played a guitar solo on my iPod. I put on a headset and motioned for two guys to come. They did, and then, they grabbed my dress, and tore it off. I wore a rockin' black and pink punk dress under it, long high-heeled black boots with white paint splotches all over them. I did that all, within five seconds. I ran over to the DJ, grabbed an electric guitar, and grabbed the mic stand, and threw if offstage. Five guys in war-torn punk outfits dnaced in sync behind me, my backround dancers. I inhaled deeply, and yelled out the shout chorus of...er.....my performance.?
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind!
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
I couldn't beleive how good I apparently was. A medley is DEFINATELY better than a single song.
Now, wait wait, wait I held my hand up and took a breather. I pointed to the DJ as I belted out a long, high note. The music playing was a pop mix. Party in the USA.
My tummy's turnin' and I'm feeling kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
But when the taxi driver turns on the radio
And the Britney song was on
And the Britney song was on
And the Britney song was on!
So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song!
The butterflies fly away
Nodding my head like 'yeah'
Movin' my hips like 'yeah'
Put my hands up, they're playin' my song
They know I'm gonna be OK
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
It's a Party in the USA!
Yeah, yeah-eah
It's a Party in the USA!
Now, hold it up! I put my hand up again. The audience cheered lously and I breathed heavily. Ryan came back out onto the stage with a folded paper. The winner results. Aleishya came onto the stage and stood by me, wearing a golden sparkly drop tank, black flare jeans, and sparkly gold flats. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail. She was really tall, nearly six and a half feet.
The audience quieted down, and the serious lights turned on. I felt confident, but my heart still pounded like a drum.
I grabbed a blusher and dabbed a thick brush in the little container and patted some on my cheeks. I wore a long dazzling pink dress and white open-toed high heels. I got up off my seat and walked over to a little secret closet that no one but me knew about-not even Aleishya. It was all the way in the back of the room hidden behind three layers of Michael Jackson wallpaper. I pressed a small button on the wall, also under the wallpaper, and the door swung open. Inside there were shelves adn shelves of colorful fashion wigs, ranging from luciously delicious milk chocolate brown to dazzling paparazzi hot pink. A couple of shelves were lined with mics and headsets. Another shelf was filled with hair ties, streams, bobby pin packets, conditioners, hairspray, and perfume and glitter. This seemed more like a child pageant to me than a competition. But, I grabbed a bottle of hairspray and perfume, and a dark chocolate brown long curly wig.
I sat at a small chair at the makeup desk (I was the only one in there, Aleishya had already started her song) and I tied my hair up into a net and shook up the bottle of hairspray, and sprayed the netting around my hair. Then, I slipped the wig on, and stared at the shelf of lipsticks next to me, ranging from peach pink to cherry wine. I picked up a tangerine-looking lip color and did my lips, and I heard Aleishya belt a long, high note. A high note? I listened closer, then gasped.
She stole my song! I planned to sing Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson. That was the only song I knew fully! Damnit, I thought to myself. I walked out of my dressing room, grabbing a mic off the makeup desk. I stood next to Ryan Seacrest, adn squaled a bit. Ryan Seacrest! I was backstage, looking out towards the audience as Aleishya finished the song and they clapped so loudly that I heard a few people coughing from struggling. Ryan walked out onto the stage and congratulated Aleishya.
"Well, well, well! I know, she was amazing!" He said. "Ok," He silenced the audience. "Next, we have the performance of a seventeen year old girl, who, recently lost her boyfriend."
The audience "awwwed" in sadness for me, and a tear dropped down the tip of my nose.
"So, let's give a big round of applause for, miss Courtney Williams!" Ryan shouted and walked offstage as the audience clapped. I sighed and walked out onto the stage and stood in the middle of the stage. I sighed.
"Well, my song was stolen, you guys." I said into the mic, and the audienced "awwwwed" again out of dissappointment.
"BUT, I have a solution!" I said, and the audience clapped, and I ran over to the DJ who was playing the music to the songs.
"Hey," I dug into my pocket and pulled out my iPod and handed it to him. I knew I could get disqualified for doing this, but I HAD to perform. "Can you play this? Track 14. Drums only, please." I spoke to him, not in the mic. He was rather young, about eighteen or nineteen. He had long black hair down to his shoulders, some covering his right eye, a tilted purple fashion fedora, and sparkling blue-green eyes. (And no, he is not Trent)
"Sure." He took my iPod, winked at me, and plugged it in. I walked back out onto the stage and spoke into the mic to the audience "Does anybody have an acoustic guitar with them?"
A lot of people's hands in the audience shot up. "UM....." I skimmed over the audience. "You!" I pointed to someone. A girl, about twenty four, stepped onto the stage and handed me a red wood polished acoustic guitar.
"Thank you." I said, and she walked back offstage.
I put the mic in a stand, and sat on a stool perched wich it. I took a guitar pick, and started strumming.
Now it seems to me
That you know just what to say
Words are only words
Can you show me something else
Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way
Show me how you feel
More than ever baby
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you told me that you loved me
Know for sure
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
I saw the smirk of confidence on Aleishya's face drop to a gawk at me, and I knew that meant I was doing better than her. I smiled, I wasn't nervous anymore, and most of my sadness from Duncan's death washed away. The audience clapped to the beat of Rob Thomas's hit as I strummed harder.
Now its hard for me with my heart still on the mend
Open up to me, like you do your girlfriends
And you say to me that I'm harmony
Oh, what you do to me is everything
Make me say anything; just to get you back again
Why can't we just try?!
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you told me that you loved me
Know for sure
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Oh Oh Oh Ohh
I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw the DJ smiling at me.
I got up off the stool and set the guitar on it, as the DJ played a guitar solo on my iPod. I put on a headset and motioned for two guys to come. They did, and then, they grabbed my dress, and tore it off. I wore a rockin' black and pink punk dress under it, long high-heeled black boots with white paint splotches all over them. I did that all, within five seconds. I ran over to the DJ, grabbed an electric guitar, and grabbed the mic stand, and threw if offstage. Five guys in war-torn punk outfits dnaced in sync behind me, my backround dancers. I inhaled deeply, and yelled out the shout chorus of...er.....my performance.?
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind!
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
I couldn't beleive how good I apparently was. A medley is DEFINATELY better than a single song.
Now, wait wait, wait I held my hand up and took a breather. I pointed to the DJ as I belted out a long, high note. The music playing was a pop mix. Party in the USA.
My tummy's turnin' and I'm feeling kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
But when the taxi driver turns on the radio
And the Britney song was on
And the Britney song was on
And the Britney song was on!
So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song!
The butterflies fly away
Nodding my head like 'yeah'
Movin' my hips like 'yeah'
Put my hands up, they're playin' my song
They know I'm gonna be OK
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
It's a Party in the USA!
Yeah, yeah-eah
It's a Party in the USA!
Now, hold it up! I put my hand up again. The audience cheered lously and I breathed heavily. Ryan came back out onto the stage with a folded paper. The winner results. Aleishya came onto the stage and stood by me, wearing a golden sparkly drop tank, black flare jeans, and sparkly gold flats. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail. She was really tall, nearly six and a half feet.
The audience quieted down, and the serious lights turned on. I felt confident, but my heart still pounded like a drum.
chris:okay, time for some behind drama! first, jared and izzy
both:*making out*
izzy:um,so,you..
jared:what?
izzy:oh,nothing.
courtney:hi, izzy.
izzy:courtney?
jared:courtney!
ccizzy:why was jared so happy to see courtney?hmmm..
jared:what are ou doing here/
courtney; i came back for the competion, wheres duncan?
izzy:i dont know.
courtney;okay,bye! *Leaves*
izzy;that was weird. now where were we?
jared:uh,i got to go, catch oyou later?
izzy;uh, okay. bye.
ccjared:what am i supposed to do?courtneys back,hot,and single! and im dating izzy. whos next, lindsey???????!!! what am i supposed to do?
chirs:so ,what will jared do? stay tuned to see that and some bxd drama. dont move your butt from that couch!
TO BE CONTINUED!
both:*making out*
izzy:um,so,you..
jared:what?
izzy:oh,nothing.
courtney:hi, izzy.
izzy:courtney?
jared:courtney!
ccizzy:why was jared so happy to see courtney?hmmm..
jared:what are ou doing here/
courtney; i came back for the competion, wheres duncan?
izzy:i dont know.
courtney;okay,bye! *Leaves*
izzy;that was weird. now where were we?
jared:uh,i got to go, catch oyou later?
izzy;uh, okay. bye.
ccjared:what am i supposed to do?courtneys back,hot,and single! and im dating izzy. whos next, lindsey???????!!! what am i supposed to do?
chirs:so ,what will jared do? stay tuned to see that and some bxd drama. dont move your butt from that couch!
TO BE CONTINUED!
sure what-Brittani
i was wondering if i could go out with him 2-Jacki
uh sure but what bout cody?-Brittani
i broke up with him last week-Jacki
ok well go ahead you can date him-Brittani
REALLY THANKS!!!-Jacki
i knew you secretly liked him-Brittani
oh what ever-Jacki
(At Jacki and Brittani's house when Brittani was at the store)
*making out*-Jacki and Duncan
*walks in*-Brittani
OH BRITTANI IM SO SORRY-Duncan
Duncan your fine i said it was ok-Brittani
Really?-Duncan
yes she wants to date you too-Brittani
Sweet i have 2 girlfriends-Duncan
dont get to hyped if you go to far i'll kill ya-Jacki
ok geeze, wanna make out-Duncan
sorry but the grown ups have to go to work today-Jacki
your 16?-Duncan
i know but that doesnt mean i dont have a job-Jacki
uh ok bye-Duncan
bye-Jacki
wanna make out-Duncan
sure-Brittani
*they make out*
TO BE CONTINUDE
Ok when i left,i sat under a tree and someone was coming over.
"Who's There???!!""ME,Cody."Cody said as he sat beside me.I quickly wrapped my arms around the other side of him as he put his hand on my shoulder."i know your in love with me."He said."What makes you think that?""Well,freinds don't usally sit like this under a tree.And i'm in love with you too.""Aw..."Andrea feel speechless as Cody leened closer.Soon,their lips were pressed together for a short moment.*Jared and Courtney walk over*"We saw that"said Jared."WHoops...??"
The next day
"Dance is tonight..."said a misterious vioce said,walking behind Andrea and Courtney."WHo are you?""Duncan,and do you two have dates?"said the punk."Yep,she's with Jared and I'm with Cody.""Well,i'd be careful with Cody,some rumers that he's cheating you.""With who?""Can't say,can only tell girls who love me.""Shut up.""Shut up""Shut up,Duncan!"Andrea nad Courtney were telling him off.
TO BE CONTINUED
(sorry it was short)
"Who's There???!!""ME,Cody."Cody said as he sat beside me.I quickly wrapped my arms around the other side of him as he put his hand on my shoulder."i know your in love with me."He said."What makes you think that?""Well,freinds don't usally sit like this under a tree.And i'm in love with you too.""Aw..."Andrea feel speechless as Cody leened closer.Soon,their lips were pressed together for a short moment.*Jared and Courtney walk over*"We saw that"said Jared."WHoops...??"
The next day
"Dance is tonight..."said a misterious vioce said,walking behind Andrea and Courtney."WHo are you?""Duncan,and do you two have dates?"said the punk."Yep,she's with Jared and I'm with Cody.""Well,i'd be careful with Cody,some rumers that he's cheating you.""With who?""Can't say,can only tell girls who love me.""Shut up.""Shut up""Shut up,Duncan!"Andrea nad Courtney were telling him off.
TO BE CONTINUED
(sorry it was short)
never NEVER EVER come back we know-Theresa
fine geeze someones crabby-Juno
no duh you keep us up till 10:00pm then wake us up at 3:00am-Theresa
ok then-Juno
Theresa
Andrea
Kaitlan
Jared
Jen
Katie
im sorry Dawn-Juno
WHAT THE HECK!!!-Dawn
well you were kinda scarry-Kaitlan
whatever you all SUCK!!!-Dawn
Bye Dawn *hugs her* i didnt vote you off-Theresa
Thanks bye-Dawn
THE END
NOTE:Fanpoppers if your team losses the second you find out you leave me a message on who you want to vote off ok
*sleeping*-Everyone
ok Duncan go wake em up-Juno
*takes out a blow horn* GET UP *BEEEEEEEEEEEP*-Duncan
AHHHHHHHHHHH-Everyone
ok geeze were up-Theresa
I HATE YOU JUNO-Jared
yeah i know-Juno
Jared can I talk to you-Andi
ok-Jared
so i was wondering if mabe you wanted to go out sometime-Andi
sure-Jared
(At the mess hall)
ok your challenge today is a...-Courtney
HORROR MOVIE CHALLENGE!!!-Juno, Courtney, and Duncan
ok so the first part of the challenge you will have a scream off-Juno
SCREAM OFF
Katie vs. Keira
YAY I WIN-Keira
no you dont first you have to scream louder than Katie then you win-Juno
ooh-Keira
TO BE CONTINUDE