All I Need

The Relics are just a band, right? Pretty girls using fame to get into One Direction's head? Or are they normal teenage girls, with the same dream as One Direction? The same drive, the same love? Read on to find out more.


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5. The Audition: Stella

Stella's POV:

I woke up to the gentle tune of my mother screaming at me to get up. "But mom! I don't wanna!" I yelled right back at her. Today was the day I was supposed to audition for the X-Factor, but I was just... So tired. "Stella! You get up right this instant! You're going to miss the audition!" "Mom! I don't want to go!" She started to say something, but stopped mid-word. I sighed, finally some sleep.

As I drifted off into yet another deep slumber, something started pulling on my foot. Well, my sock. Once my sock came off, that, thing grabbed for my foot. I snatched it away quickly scrambling backwards, ready to defend myself if needed. When I gathered my thoughts I looked at the thing sticking out from my covers. It was my mom's bum. I kicked her softly hoping to get movement.

"Ouch! What was that fer?" My mom lived in Ireland for a bit when she was younger, sometimes her accent comes out.

"You were trying to drag me out of bed!" She looked at me like I was stupid,

"Well of course I was!" I looked at her with sheer horror, why would she do that?

She seemed to read my thoughts by saying, "Well, how else was I supposed to get you up, and out?"

"Please mom, I just don't want to go. I probably won't even make it in."

She looked at me straight in the eye and said, "Stella Joy Romer. You are going to that audition, whether you like it or not."

I smirked, I'm not that stupid. "How are you going to get me dressed?"

She laughed evilly, "I'll dress you myself if I have to." At the thought of my mom dressing me, I shuddered for two reasons. One, her undressing and dressing me, ewe.  Second, my mom has a horrible sense of style.

"You know what mom?"
"Hmm?" she asked her back facing me, while she was rummaging through my closet.

"I'll meet you downstairs in 30 minutes, yeah?"

She nodded, backing out of my closet, "I knew it would work, you always hated my sense of style." She sashayed out of my room turning back to look at me every few seconds.

As I rummaged through my closet I felt that I had nothing to wear. Except this shirt, that I never wore, only because it never came to mind. Today however, it was very appealing to put on, so I did.

(Pic of shirt here)


Heading down the stairs, my hair neatly curled, make-up done I saw my mom making breakfast. "Mom!" I yelled, sneaking a quick glance down at my phone, "We don't have time for breakfast! We've got to get to the audition! We're gonna. Be. Late." I gritted my teeth on the last part, sentencing every word.

"My, look who wants to go to their audition now! I'm almost done, we can take the breakfast on the go." as she was saying that, she finished buttering the last piece of toast and was grabbing her purse. "Let's go."

 

The X-Factor Audition Studios may seem glorious on the outside but on the inside... it is so much better! The fancy carpeting, the beautiful crystal chandeliers, the nice people who greet you at the door. It couldn't get better!

As we walked into a vast open room full of people a man approached me, "Here for the audition?"

"Actually yes, do you know where I can sign in or something?"

He replied cheerily, "Right this way," he walked behind a plastic table, it being the cheapest thing here I was surprised. "Tell me your name please dear,"

"Stella Romer." I replied.

He glanced at his clipboard going slowly down the list. "Reero, Rions, Romer. Ah, here we are, Stella Joy Romer. Here you go, number 47. You can just sit and wait until your number group is called. Thank you." he said and walked off.

I returned to my mom and explained the process. "So, what do we do?" I asked.

"Well, I have to hit the loo, sorry the bathroom. You should go sit, and prepare." 

"Do I have to?" I complained loudly.

"Well, I suppose not, but it would do you some good you know," she said and began to walk off.

"Yeah, yeah." I turned away, looking for a spot.

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"I need numbers 40-50 to come over here please! Numbers 40-50!" a tall woman dressed in all black called.

"Stell, go." My mom pushed me out of my chair and onto my feet.

I walked slowly to the woman careful not to trip over my feet. She lead us down a corridor and into a room with fancy couches. "Here is the green room, when your number is called come towards me," she spoke in a monotone, bored to death voice, "Thank you."

The numbers went by quickly,

Number 40 got in, 41 didn't, 42 was amazing but too young. Number 43 was okay, but got in anyway. Numbers 44, 45, and 46 I found out were a family trying out together, who made it in with a standing ovation. 

Now it was my turn, my one chance, at having a chance to become someone was right now. Don't blow it Stella. 

I took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. The microphone in my hands, I was ready. Breath in, breath out. I opened my eyes. All I could see was white. Bright lights shining down on me, when Paula spoke, "Hello, what is your name?"

"My name is Stella, Stella Romer. But most people call me Stell."

"Okay, Stell what will you be singing for us today?" Simon asked.

"I'll be singing 'Talking To The Moon' by Bruno Mars."

"Okay babe, whenever your ready!" Demi chirped.

"Okay, here we go..."

"I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
My neighbors think I'm crazy
But they don't understand
You're all I had
You're all I had


At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself talking to the moon.
Trying to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too.
Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?

Ohoooo...

I'm feeling like I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say I've gone mad
Yeah, I've gone mad
But they don't know what I know
Cause when the sun goes down
Someone's talking back
Yeah, they're talking back
Ohhh

*cough cough cough*

I stumbled! Just keep going Stell, just keep going...
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself talking to the moon.
Trying to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too.
Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?

Ahh... Ahh... Ahh...
Do you ever hear me calling?
(Ahh... Ahh... Ahh...)
Oh ohh oh oh ohhh
'Cause every night I'm talking to the moon

Still trying to get to you
In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too
Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?

Ohoooo...

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away."

 

"Well Stella Romer. You did have a bit of a break in the middle of the song there... Why is that?" Simon asked, with a smirk. I could tell he didn't like me.

"You see Simon Cowell , I have a bit of asthma, and it seems pretty dusty in here. So, I'm pretty sure it was your sanitation teams fault." I commented right back. Finally! my confidence found it's way home. The crowd burst into applause and cheer, Simon put his hands up in defeat. As if it were all an act. We'll see about that.

"Okay, okay settle down." he shushed the crowd. "I admit it was rude of me to comment on a problem that occurred in the middle of the performance without an explanation... But, I think it's a no from me. You are simply not mature enough. You have a child's voice, once you grow into your age come back."

I scoffed, the nerve!

"I don't think so Simon." Kelly spoke up, "While you two were having your little squabble, Demi, Paula, and I have come up with our answers... Stella Romer. You had a chance to become the most famous, well-known star of your generation. This is a make it or break it moment." My hear shattered when she said had, had, as in the past. I didn't get in.

"And, you've made it." I looked up in utter surprise. "That is, to boot camp... For now." 

"Thank you so much! You won't regret it!" I screamed in delight. "And Simon?"

"Yes?" he asked.

"Watch out, because I'll prove you wrong. Think of it, I see the headlines now, 'The Great Simon Cowell, Wolf of Hollywood; Proved Wrong by a Fifteen Year Old!' You'll regret saying no to me." with that I walked off of the stage. He did not have the right to tell me that I was a baby.

Simon's POV:

I sat there in utter shock. The auditions breezed by, all of them easy no's. However, that one child was in my mind, until I went to bed that night and realized. Maybe I was wrong, and she was right. It'll be headlined everywhere. I have to befriend this girl, because it might be my only hope to not be humiliated in front of millions.

 

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