Niall’s view:
“I don’t think you are right for my team though.” Louis said. Thank god.
“Zayn, say no!” I whispered yelled to him. People booed Louis’ decision. Our show host, Blake Miller, moved on to Zayn. We usually call him Blake because Mr. Miller is too formal for us lads.
“I am looking for more of the R&B type singers, sorry. You did very well aside from not fitting my musical taste.” He said and looked at me after. He winked at me. This was my chance. I had to fight Harry for her.
“Niall, what did you think of Izallouis??” Blake asked.
“Well, musically it was a good song choice. I liked the full voice more than that little whisper you did in the beginning. Who was that, if I may ask??” I was pulling out a fancy deal of conversation.
“Céline Dion.” She answered nervously.
“Yeah, that’s not my taste in music but either way I feel your performance was pin pointed well enough to want you on my team.” The crowd cheered their loudest. For everyone that said no they booed and for Harry they cheered but for me they went crazy. I could tell they wanted her on my team.
“Izallouis the choice is up to you. Who do you pick to be your new mentor??” Blake asked her. She looked from Harry to me. This wasn’t going to end well for me.

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