I woke from the best dream I have ever had. Amy and I were a couple, just laughing and loving the feeling of being together. I regretted waking up, but seeing Amy in real life, whether we were dating or not, was better than only dreaming about her. Speaking of Amy, where was that beautiful girl anyways?
I heard her upstairs in the shower, dancing and singing along to her favourite songs. She always said that she hated her voice, but she was actually a pretty singer.
Her voice was muffled because of the loud music and the running water. When I heard the water stop, I could clearly hear the song she was singing to. Lately, she had been addicted to Look After You by The Fray, so i wasn’t surprised to hear it blaring from the speakers. Amy is the only person I know who could dance to a slow song like that as if she was in a club.
I went upstairs to see her, but giving her a few minutes to get dressed first. I knocked on her door ever so slightly, so I wouldn’t startle her. Instantly I heard her voice come from the inside, “Come in!”. When I walked in, I became overwhelmed with her beauty, even though she didn’t have make up, or her hair done. She was a natural beauty, she didn’t need anything else. She was wearing a light pink shirt that i had helped pick out a few days ago when we went to the mall. I just stood there, staring at her, in a daze, but he voice brought me back.
“Haz, what’s wrong?”
“Oh nothing. So, I see you’re getting ready for today, huh?”
“OF COURSE! MY BEST FRIEND WILL BE SINGING ON TV! IN FRONT OF SIMON FUCKING COWELL! I’M SO EXCITED!”
“You should have auditioned too! It would’ve be fun to do a duet!”
“I can’t sing at all, you know that! I’d make their ears bleed!”
“ANYWAYS HAZ, I called your mum this morning, and got her to drop off some clothes that I want you to wear today. I’m helping you get ready. Now, get in the shower while I finish getting ready.”
She handed me a clean towel, and ushered me towards her bathroom.
Amy’s way of helping me get ready seemed more like she wanted to nag me to death on what to do and how to act on stage. I didn’t mind though, I loved hearing her voice. All too soon, we were both ready, and we got in her mum’s car, and drove off.
Amy plugged in her ipod so that we can listen to some music to calm my nerves. We both had similar tastes in music, so we sung every song, but when our favourite song came on, we bellowed it out. It was Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley.
“Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can;t help, falling in love with you!”
It might be slow, but it was still our favourite song none the less. Whenever we were upset about something, we would always sing this to each other and we instantly felt better. During that song, I felt like I could tell her then and there how I felt, but it was too sudden. Besides, before I knew, the song was over and we had arrived at our stop.
Oh shit, here we go, I;m starting to get nervous.
“You’re on next! GOOD LUCK HAZ!” Amy said it as her usual bubbly self. I was drowned with good luck and I love you’s, then my cue came to go on stage.
The light was blinding, and I heard applause. It felt like my time on stage went too fast, and I was off with two yes’ and a no. I can’t believe I made it to the bootcamp. I have a chance to make it as a singer. This is my dream. Now, if I could tell Amy how I felt, my life would be perfect.
I can’t believe it! Harry made it! He got two yes’! He can go to the boot camp! My best friend is pursuing his dreams as a singer! I am so proud! I only have one problem. What if he gets famous, and forget me? I don’t know how I’l handle that. I can’t help but feel like the idea of a bunch of beautiful girls gawking over him will be something I’ll be comfortable with.