Post by curlyfries on Aug 8, 2009 3:38:33 GMT -5
I sat in a blue plastic chair nervously waiting my turn. I shivered. Why is it always cold? I wonder to myself as I pulled my hoodie tighter around me. I sat up in my chair and looked around. I was by far the youngest and smallest. The bloke next to me had to be at least 32 and 6 feet tall. I tried to stretch myself to at least meet his shoulder. No luck.
At age 12 I was almost at the 5 foot mark. I was the shortest in my class. Not to mention the palest. On top it all of I had the brightest red hair. The one good quality I had were my eyes the most brilliant shade of green. For the last few years I was voted best eyes by my class.
“Numbers 124-130 please,”a lady called.
That’s me I thought nervously. I stood up, very self consciously, to find that my legs decided to act like jelly. I caught myself with my chair but not before I fell. Completely embarrassed, I walked to the door with my head down.
Behind the door there was a long hallway leading to a room. I was the last one in so the door closed behind me. The sound of the door closing got everyone’s attention. My face turned a beautiful shade of green as I sat down slowly. Everyone stopped looking at me and returned to mentally preparing themselves for what lied ahead.
As the minutes ticked by, one by one men entered the room and returned either look thoroughly pleased or at the verge of tears. After a while I noticed that most of the men weren’t warming up at all before they went into the room. I asked the lady who called out the numbers if it was okay for me to warm up. She gave me a long hard look and said fine.
So I stood up and stretched. This got everyone’s attention really quick. After stretching I started on the vocal warm-ups that my dad taught me. By the time I finished my scales my number was called. I felt my hands starting to shake. I squeezed them tight into fists and walked down the long hallway. The man exiting the room wished me luck with a smirk. Gee thanks mister I thought to myself.
I stopped right in front of the door. A voice in my head was telling me I could still turn around and walk away. I bit my lip. That seemed like a good idea...NO I told myself. I came all this way and I wasn’t going to back out now. I took a deep breath and pushed the door opened.
I opened the door to the most important and nerve-racking audience I’d ever have. The audience consisted of two people; Sharon Browne and Phil Coulter. They were both on the other side of the room, sitting behind a desk. The desk held a stack of papers and two mugs of tea.
“Ah. Number 127. I believe you name is Elliot right?” Sharon asked me sweetly.
“Yes,” I answered.
“And you’re 13 years old?”
“Yes,” I smiled. She smiled back.
“What are you going to sing for us today?” Phil asked.
“Tears in Heaven by Declan Galbraith.”
“Okay. Good luck.”
After I sang the first part of the song I was stopped.
“Would you mind singing a faster-paced song now?”
“Sure,” I answered in a small voice.
This time I sung Rockin’ Robin by the Jackson 5. I sung the whole song this time.
“Okay,” Phil said “If you make the cut we’ll give you a call and tell you when and where you are to meet in Dublin for some sound checks. In Dublin we’ll make our final decision.”
“Yes sir,” I answered simply.
As I was closing the door I think I heard Sharon say “he’s got everything I’m looking for in the new member."
“Elliot, you really have to get up now. If you don’t you’ll make us miss our plane to NY,”Sharon said pulling my blankets off me.
“5 more hours?”I ask sleepily.
“Elliot Bayne, if your not up by the time I come back I’m going to be coming back with here with a bucket of ice,”Sharon said as she left the room.
“Mmk,” I said as I pushed myself up from the bed. I rolled off the bed landing neatly on my feet. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror, my hair was sticking out in all different directions. I grabbed a near by comb and ran it through my hair real quick. It helped a little. I shrugged and started to dress.
After I dressed, I grabbed my suitcase and ran down the stairs. I put my suitcase beside Sharon’s and Damian’s and walked into the kitchen. I found Damian sitting at the table eating some waffles. “G’ mornin’,” I said as I walked over to the counter to get a bowl.
“Morning lazy,” Damian said jokingly while I pour some cereal into my bowl.
“Shut up,” I snapped back.
“What’s wrong with you?”Damian asked looking hurt.
“Too early for jokes,” I answered. I walked over to the refrigerator to find we were out of milk. “Damian did you use all the milk?”
“Sorry,” Damian apologized through a mouthful of waffle.
“It’s okay. I guess I’ll just eat some toast and apple butter. ”I poured the dry cereal back into the box and out the box back up. I walked over to the toaster and put the bread in and pulled down the lever. While my bread was toasting, I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the apple butter jar. “You ate all the apple butter too?!?”
“Hey I didn’t eat all of it!” Damian exclaimed, “I just ate most of it...” Damian added quietly as the toaster popped. I threw away the jar and went to go get my toast. Damian and I sat in silence until Sharon walked in telling us we had to leave for the plane.
After we were dropped off at the airport by a cab, a really smelly cab at that, we dropped our bags at our gate’s baggage area. We had to for the other lads.
The first one to show was Paul. The next one was George, as soon as George showed up Damian and I both ran up to rub his head. So the five of us, George, Paul, Damian, Sharon, and me were left waiting on the last two. Finally, 11 minutes before our plane took off, Ryan and Keith showed up.
At age 12 I was almost at the 5 foot mark. I was the shortest in my class. Not to mention the palest. On top it all of I had the brightest red hair. The one good quality I had were my eyes the most brilliant shade of green. For the last few years I was voted best eyes by my class.
“Numbers 124-130 please,”a lady called.
That’s me I thought nervously. I stood up, very self consciously, to find that my legs decided to act like jelly. I caught myself with my chair but not before I fell. Completely embarrassed, I walked to the door with my head down.
Behind the door there was a long hallway leading to a room. I was the last one in so the door closed behind me. The sound of the door closing got everyone’s attention. My face turned a beautiful shade of green as I sat down slowly. Everyone stopped looking at me and returned to mentally preparing themselves for what lied ahead.
As the minutes ticked by, one by one men entered the room and returned either look thoroughly pleased or at the verge of tears. After a while I noticed that most of the men weren’t warming up at all before they went into the room. I asked the lady who called out the numbers if it was okay for me to warm up. She gave me a long hard look and said fine.
So I stood up and stretched. This got everyone’s attention really quick. After stretching I started on the vocal warm-ups that my dad taught me. By the time I finished my scales my number was called. I felt my hands starting to shake. I squeezed them tight into fists and walked down the long hallway. The man exiting the room wished me luck with a smirk. Gee thanks mister I thought to myself.
I stopped right in front of the door. A voice in my head was telling me I could still turn around and walk away. I bit my lip. That seemed like a good idea...NO I told myself. I came all this way and I wasn’t going to back out now. I took a deep breath and pushed the door opened.
I opened the door to the most important and nerve-racking audience I’d ever have. The audience consisted of two people; Sharon Browne and Phil Coulter. They were both on the other side of the room, sitting behind a desk. The desk held a stack of papers and two mugs of tea.
“Ah. Number 127. I believe you name is Elliot right?” Sharon asked me sweetly.
“Yes,” I answered.
“And you’re 13 years old?”
“Yes,” I smiled. She smiled back.
“What are you going to sing for us today?” Phil asked.
“Tears in Heaven by Declan Galbraith.”
“Okay. Good luck.”
After I sang the first part of the song I was stopped.
“Would you mind singing a faster-paced song now?”
“Sure,” I answered in a small voice.
This time I sung Rockin’ Robin by the Jackson 5. I sung the whole song this time.
“Okay,” Phil said “If you make the cut we’ll give you a call and tell you when and where you are to meet in Dublin for some sound checks. In Dublin we’ll make our final decision.”
“Yes sir,” I answered simply.
As I was closing the door I think I heard Sharon say “he’s got everything I’m looking for in the new member."
“Elliot, you really have to get up now. If you don’t you’ll make us miss our plane to NY,”Sharon said pulling my blankets off me.
“5 more hours?”I ask sleepily.
“Elliot Bayne, if your not up by the time I come back I’m going to be coming back with here with a bucket of ice,”Sharon said as she left the room.
“Mmk,” I said as I pushed myself up from the bed. I rolled off the bed landing neatly on my feet. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the mirror, my hair was sticking out in all different directions. I grabbed a near by comb and ran it through my hair real quick. It helped a little. I shrugged and started to dress.
After I dressed, I grabbed my suitcase and ran down the stairs. I put my suitcase beside Sharon’s and Damian’s and walked into the kitchen. I found Damian sitting at the table eating some waffles. “G’ mornin’,” I said as I walked over to the counter to get a bowl.
“Morning lazy,” Damian said jokingly while I pour some cereal into my bowl.
“Shut up,” I snapped back.
“What’s wrong with you?”Damian asked looking hurt.
“Too early for jokes,” I answered. I walked over to the refrigerator to find we were out of milk. “Damian did you use all the milk?”
“Sorry,” Damian apologized through a mouthful of waffle.
“It’s okay. I guess I’ll just eat some toast and apple butter. ”I poured the dry cereal back into the box and out the box back up. I walked over to the toaster and put the bread in and pulled down the lever. While my bread was toasting, I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the apple butter jar. “You ate all the apple butter too?!?”
“Hey I didn’t eat all of it!” Damian exclaimed, “I just ate most of it...” Damian added quietly as the toaster popped. I threw away the jar and went to go get my toast. Damian and I sat in silence until Sharon walked in telling us we had to leave for the plane.
After we were dropped off at the airport by a cab, a really smelly cab at that, we dropped our bags at our gate’s baggage area. We had to for the other lads.
The first one to show was Paul. The next one was George, as soon as George showed up Damian and I both ran up to rub his head. So the five of us, George, Paul, Damian, Sharon, and me were left waiting on the last two. Finally, 11 minutes before our plane took off, Ryan and Keith showed up.