X factor. Reality show... life choice?

I'm here. I made it. How? Dear lord, don't ask me- I'd be the LAST person to know. But maybe this is my chance. Not to become famous, but to become ME. To become more interesting and well... wild??? Ha! Lacey jane, wild? Hey ho, if it all gos wrong. I'll just blame it on Emma!

Lacey Jane is quiet, mousey and... she thinks... a little bland. When she is swept up in a whirl wind of show biz and scandel. We find out what really goes on in the X factor house... alls fair in love and music.


1. Audition impossible.

The crowds hissed, guessing what we would be like- I’d never felt so very judged on my appearances before.

But then again…

Its not every day,




X Factor.

Why, was I doing this? Because of Bex. Why was she doing this? Because of Emma. Why was she doing this? God knows. We had practised... I tried to convince myself. Every day... Yeah. Right. Into our hair brushes. We’ll be fine. No. we. Won’t.

Why, was I doing this? The lights were of no allure to me. Nor was fame or fortune. Singing was my only drug. And the prize money? That could also help…

“What’s your name,” The most recognised voice in the music industry barked. Simon Cowell. was. talking. to. me.

“Lacey” Was my voice meant to be that loud? My hands were shaking. Don’t. drop. The. Micro phone.

“Be-x-x” She stuttered. Oh. God. I cant do this. Bex was our main singer. Please don’t freak out Bex. You can do this. I pondered on whether I was talking to her or me.

“Emma, were called enlightened.” Emma. How did she always manage to sound, look and BE so confident. My throat was dry. I won’t be able to sing. It will sound terrible. We’ve never used micro phones. The crowds of people were. Still. Looking. Straight. At. Me.

“Where are you from?” A female voice nudged. Oh. So. Gently. Why did I feel like a rabbit… about to get eaten?

“London,” Emma. Ms confident. Ms we’ll be fine. Ms you wont even be scared once your up there. Said. London. The home of buskers. Why did we not do that? If people booed, we could have accepted it and moved on. If people boo now. I. swear. To God. I. will. Throw. Up.

“do you think you have what it takes?” no.no.no.no.

“Yes” Shut up Emma. “We have got what it takes… and more,” The judges chuckled good heartedly at Emma’s little joke. The audience applauded her confidence. I needed to leave. I looked at Bex. She looked at me. “Ok then, go on” Emma signalled the music. I came in first. Bex winked. The audience disappeared as the lights got. Just. A. tad. Brighter. Much better. It was just me. Bex. And Emma.

I wasn’t shaking. Well. Just a little. The beat was enough. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dundun. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dundun. Valerie. A bit dated. But it fit our vintage persona and my rich voice. That. Needed. To work. And .be good…

“Well sometimes I go out by myself,” Relief. Pride. A sweeping sensation of joy. It was good. I was good. Really. Really. Good. My body was thrumming with excitement, my voice just hard enough to make the song sound just like it originally did. Dun. Dun. Dun. Dundun. “and I think of all the things, what your doing.” Bex’s voice sounded perfect. Harmonized, smooth, like honey compared to my rusty. Deep voice. Which is why they. Mesh. So well.

“Why don’t you come on over-” Emma’s voice ripped through the stadium like a powerful tidal wave. Think. Amy Winehouse. Reincarnate. “Valerie.” It sounded good. Really. Really. Good. As we flew through the song in a mix of solos and harmonys. I never one. forgot. where. I. was...

What do you do though? When the audience applaud. The lights go out. And. Suddenly. The. Judges. are. There. Again?

“Three yes’s, you’re through.” what? Did? I? just? Do?

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