Izallouis’ view:
I finished and took a small breath. I was shaking and no one was clapping.
“Let’s give her a hand.” The host came out. I didn’t even know this host but he still put an arm around me and walked me to a tiny X. I'm guessing it signified the middle of the stage or camera angles. Everyone then cheered for me. It was a weird feeling having people like my singing since I never sang outside of the shower or my dad’s funeral. I sang this song at his funeral, that’s why I couldn’t keep from getting a few tears. I was hoping no one noticed the tears but I feel like the heavy lights made them sparkle. “Very emotional song, how do you think you did??” The host asked me.
“I don’t know.” I choked out. People laughed.
“Let’s talk to the judges. Harry what did you think??” Of course he asks Harry first.
“That was the best we have seen today. That is why I want you on my team.” Harry said into his microphone.
“Thank you.” I whispered back. The crowd cheered to the last part. I couldn’t stop smiling. I mean I knew he would ‘want me’ just because I'm his friend.
“Liam??” The host moved us along.
“It was great, but I don’t feel it was what I was looking for my team.” He frowned and I smiled back at him.
“I freaking loved it!” Louis said a bit loud into his mic. There was an annoying screech and we all covered our ears. “Sorry. Guess that’s the joy of a live show.” He was a bit reddened.
“Do you want Izallouis on your team??” The host asked. People cheered and he looked down the line. I followed his gaze to see a blonde top mouthing something at him.

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