Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...

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4. Changing the Past; Chapter 4; Sing

"Grace, quit doing that or you'll break your shoes!" Sarah says, grabbing my leg and holding it still.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so nervous, I can't let my legs shake like crazy, it'll wobble the fat on them!" I reply, snatching my leg back. 
"You have no fat on your legs at all. Well, yeah, they aren't super skinny but they are so not fat!" Sarah says. 
"Oh dear, oh dear. Is someone bickering? That is not the sign of true friend ship." Unmistakably, that is the sound of Cara's voice. I turn to see her flipping her curly blonde hair and applying more lip gloss. 
"Oh shove off, Cara. Nobody asked for your opinion," Sarah says, turning to face me and rolling her eyes. Cara's eyes widen and she says, 
"Do you really think that Harry or anyone of the boys will like you if you talk like that? You really don't want to make an enemy. Anyway, Amelia, give me that blush, I really need to lighten my cheeks." Amelia whines,
"But I'm not finished with it yet!" 
"Just give it here, I don't care," Cara snaps. Amelia looks startled and gives it to her. Ha. So much for not bickering. 
"Can the next contestant please get on stage." calls the speaker phone. Sarah instantly starts a panic attack. I realise that it's her next and I start panicking too. What if she gets through and I don't? What if I get through and she doesn't? What if we both don't get through? 
"Ohmygodohmygod! That's me! What if I'm rubbish?" Sarah says, waving her arms in the air. 
"It won't matter. At least we know that we tried. Now get out there and sing as best as you can. Oh and you might want your CD," I say, confidently, though in my mind I'm having a huge panic attack. Sarah nods and half walks half runs of to the curtain. I watch her disappear and hear a big cheer from the crowd.
"I wonder what song Sarah will be doing," whispers Amelia to Cara, behind my back. 
"Oh it doesn't matter what song shes doing, it'll make it sound crap anyway," Cara says back to her, deliberately loudly so I can hear. I keep my frustration inside me and try to focus on recalling the lyrics to the song I'm singing. I can hear people giggling behind me and I get paranoid. Can't they bloody shut up? Oh my God, I know why. They can hear Sarah singing. Correction: we can ALL hear her singing and she sounds terrible. What's wrong with her today? I automatically run forwards to the black curtain and see her, on stage, singing her heart out. But there's tears in her eyes. And halfway through, she trails off and whispers the words. All of a sudden, my body takes me to the stage and I hug her. I don't realise until I hear a few 'Awww's and I take her off stage. 
"I'm terrible. I couldn't face them. I'm too scared," Sarah sobs. I look into her eyes and say,
"No. I can't let you think like that. Now, are you going to go back out there or not?" She shakes her head and runs off. I stare blankly at the place she left me and turn. I walk back on stage and take my place, knowing that I'm next. Oh God, I'm on stage, facing what seems like the whole of London, and I'm about to sing. Bummer. But no escaping now. I will regret it. A voice snaps me back to life when it says, 
"Name, age, where your from and what your going to sing please." My eyes find Harry and I see him staring at me intently. My heart swoons and flutters and I feel like I'm going to die. But then again, so are all the other boys. Hmmm...
"Er, my name is Grace Shuatisi and I um, am 18, live in London and I'm going to sing Littlest Things by Lily Allen," I choke out, knowing that I'm not going to sing very well.
"And why did you chose this song?" says the voice. I say,
"Er... Well, I really... Um... Like... The words... Inside it." What did I just say? I guess it's pretty hard using your brain in front of LOADS OF PEOPLE! Anyway, I better get singing since they've just started the music. I open my mouth and start to sing. 
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