Three Years Earlier

Arieonna

My Dad always said the same three words to me as I grew up. I'll never forget the words he said, and the way he spoke them to me. Sure I only heard them when I was younger. But he left me a note with the same words.

"Bring it home."

I never understood why my Dad left in the first place. Me and Mom were alone after that. She never spoke much again. Not unless I really needed her to, or if I was nervous about performing. Like now. I was insanely nervous at the moment. I didn't want to ask my Mom to come out of he comfort zone though, she already had by coming here. And I was sixteen, I shouldn't have nervousness rushing through my bloodstream. But I do.

Even though I love performing, I was scared. Very scared. Okay. More like nervous. I just didn't want to do something wrong, because I knew that there was a big importance in this one show and I didn't want to ruin my chances of getting it.

The Simon Cowell would be outside and he was looking for 'The Next Big Thing' as the posters I'd read said. I took a deep breath, standing up from my seat. My Mom took my head, turning me to face her.

"Yes, Momma?" I spoke quickly, my american accent speaking over the british, irish, and australian ones around me. We'd came here to London just for a month, for my Mom's work. And if I didn't ace this audition we'd be going back next Thursday to Boca, Florida, in the United States.

She gave me a weak smile, standing up and pulling me into a warm embrace, "Bring it home, Arieonna." I nodded against her neck and hugged her back. When she pulled away she fixed the back of my hair and left me to go. I took another deep breath, and walked toward the steps. There was only one more person in front of me. He had curly hair, and really baggy pants, that's all I could tell from at the moment. But as his name was called to stage he looked back and smiled over me, I turned my head slightly, he was smiling at his family. When I turned back I met his light green eyes just before he disappeared into the bright lights.

My head turned to see the screen as he was handed a mic and walked up. He stopped center stage and smiled again, his left dimple showing up as he said a quick 'Boo.' I chuckled lightly and couldn't help the smirk that came upon my lips. "What's your name?" Simon's voice was thick, and it sent my bottom lip quivering slightly. I was really nervous.

"Harry, Harry Styles." His accent was deep, and it sounded smooth.

"How old are you?" The questions just continued.

"I'm sixteen." He's my age! Yay! Wait.. I live in another country.. never mind..

"What are you doing at the moment, Harry?" A new judge asked and I pondered who it was. I really only focused on Simon.. whoops.

"I work in a bakery." His smirk appeared again, the left dimple curving into his cheek nicely.

"Well, take it away then," and just like that Harry began. His voice was incredible, like velvet it was so smooth. I was entranced and amazed at the same time. He did great, so it was no surprise when he was added onto the X Factor and given a huge applause. Even from Simon himself.

Then it hit me.

I was next.

My heart sunk as Harry disappeared over the other side of the stage and my name was called. I looked back at my Mom, who shot me a nervous smile and a thumbs up. I nodded my head, taking yet another deep breath and walking on stage. At first I was slightly shocked by the brightness of the lights but then I got the handle of it continued on. I was handed a mic and instructed to go to center stage, which I did.

Simon looked at the paper quickly, before looking at me yet again, "What's your name?"

I gulped back the huge lump in my throat and spoke carefully, not wanting to embarrass myself, "Arieonna Sheckler," he looked shocked by my accent but quickly recovered himself.

"And what about your age, Ariana?" He'd said my name wrong, but I didn't want to correct him so I just answered.

"I'm sixteen." He nodded his head, looking back down at the paper again.

"What are you doing as of now?"

I pondered for an answer. Should I tell him about my job as a waitress? Yeah. Most likely there's nothing wrong with that. Great, I'm having a fight in my head with myself. "I a waitress when I'm not focusing on my studies," I answered, shifting my weight on each of my feet.

Simon nodded, "Well, take it away then." I nodded as the music came on for Demi Lovato's 'Give Your Heart A Break'. I closed my eyes for a brief moment letting the music take me away before I started to sing my heart out. Putting all my effort in the lyrics and my voice. When I was done I panted a little, hoping in my mind they'd tell me yes.

And then the worst thing, the thing I'd never wanted, happened. Simon said, "It's a no from me." Right in that moment I felt my world end. But he didn't seem done. "You have talent, I'll give you that, but you don't seem ready. For all the attention, the bad comments." I nodded, gulping back the new lump that was forming in my throat, "In a few years, maybe." I nodded again, running off stage and dropping my mic in the persons hand.

Before I could completely leave that same curly haired boy appeared in front of me, "Hey. You did great, bummer you won't stay." I gaped at him, then blinked back tears and walked away. Hoping to never feel this embarrassment again.

But I wouldn't give up.

Notes

Dear Tiny Elephants,
I'm a mammal not an animal.
I'm sorry, that was random. Anyway, what do you think of the story so far? And if you're wondering why I said 'Tiny Elephants' it's because that's what I'm calling my readers nowadays. I hope you like.
Anyway..
Anyone want to be a character in this one story or any of my other stories?
Lots of love,
CacaLovesHazza