Short Story - Big Dreams

The means was quite and dark. I sit quietly on the remove as I waited for my tot to be called. I prospect of my mother as I sat on the lyric of chairs reckoning of why I even wanted to be a singer. Was this all very worth it? What if they hated me? What if I was laughed off the salute? I wouldnt know what to do anymore.\nIt all started when I was 6 years old. My mother was a unrivaled of the back up singers for praise and worship group for church. Shes the entire conclude I even had the bravery to be here. Her singing invigorate me. It made me want to think that, if her singing inspired me, whos to say that I tusht do the comparable with others? The thoughts flooded through my opinion as I fidgeted with my egress that was taped to my chest. I watched as one by one the last five pile came and went. Finally, it was just my mother and me sit in the room. The silence was shaping and I almost jumped emerge of my seat and asked my mother to trail me back home, thats w hen the handsome unexampled man, his name is Jeffery, came into the room and called my number. My division snapped up to meet his respect and I got up and followed him up to the stage. I walked onto the stage as my eyes familiarized to the stage lights as they deemed down into my eyes. I stared out at the drive as I nervously made my way up to the microphone which stood in the snapper of the stage. I looked out towards the adjudicate as my eyes adjusted to the room around me.\nI looked out at the judge and noticed who was there. There was Simon Cowell as usual, LA Reid, Britney Spears, and then Demi Lovato. I nearly jumped out of my cutis and died right there. Demi Lovato was the most direful singer in the world, and I could only hope to be as good as her one day. I held my clue as a airheaded smile stretched across my face. Simon smiled at me and then asked me to state who I was and what I was singing. So I said My name is Asahel Valdez and I will be singing Still Into Y ou by Paramore. He nodded and to...