I walked into the building that was holding the auditions and found my way to a man with a yellow shirt on. When I told him I was back and showed him my ticket and he told me I needed to figure out who my mentor is gonna be and then I will be taken to my room by them and the group of people who will be in their group till they get voted off.
"When?" I asked confused.
He turned back to me,"They will get here in about 5 minutes."
"Where is here?"
"Here?" He said looking at me as if I were stupid.
I looked around me and saw that we were in the same room I was in when I left, "Oh. Well, what about my things?"
"What about them?"
"Don't I need them?"
"Well, do you want me to go get them?"
"No, just tell me where they are and I will go and get them."
"Did you see the stupid big black limo come in?"
"I left them in there with my driver. You are gonna need a big cart though-"
"Got it." He said walking off to get my stuff.
When he was out the door I Iooked to the empty chair next to me an sat in it. I then proceeded to read over my paper work I was asked to keep for the Xfactor and I saw that my mentor was gonna be One Direction? What? How does that even make sense? Aren't they supposed to work with the groups that got in and not the solo artists?
I heard the room all of the sudden get quiet then a bunch of girls start screaming. When I looked up I saw all the judges. Including One Direction.
Yeah, I know that you are thinking, 'You don't like One Direction because of how you grew up and your style,' and that is not true at all. I like a wide variety of music. I like country, metal, scream, techno, hip-hop, a few rap songs, and even some indy rock. So, yeah, my music isn't based off of how I choose to look and dress.
"Right. Well, You are all sorted and if you do not know what group you are going to be in, check your paperwork. When you have found who you will be with when the competition thins out, come and stand in a line in front of us."
I stood up and started walking to my mentors. I was the first in line since I guess I'm the only one who cared to check my paperwork. When I stopped in front of them they all smiled down at me but I didn't even bother to look at them. Luckily the big tall guy in the yellow shirt came in with my stuff and saved me from talking to them.
"Here you go. Nice limo by the way." He said before walking away.
All the guys from One Direction turned towards me and looked at me as if shocked and so did the people standing around me who heard the guy. Great...
"So, you drive a limo?" the blond guy from 1D said.
I looked up at him and blushed, "No, it's my dads." I snapped.
The tall brown curly haired boy chuckled, "so why are you using it?"
I snapped my head in his direction, "Because my dad care and doesn't want me to get hurt by a bunch of stupid fans trying to tackle my car. Why do you care?"
His eyes got wide with anger, "I don't care number 231. I was simply asking why you were using limo, it's not like you are famous."
"No, but you weren't famous your whole life either, were you? No. But I was born with a famous dad and uncle."
"So you say. But nobody knows you or your dad or your uncle."
"So you say."
He grunted and turned back towards the guys who were obviously ignoring our little bickerment.
"Is everyone in line? Yes? Well, lets go." Simon said as he started leading the way to the hotel we were going to stay in for about 3 or 4 weeks.
After Simon, Blake followed with his group. After Blake, Demi followed with her group and after Demi, One Direction followed with their group.
Since I was right behind them, I had to try to keep up with them with my short legs and really heavy cart full of my luggage.
The walk wasn't far, it was just right across the street but since I am really short, if felt like it took longer. I heard some people talk about how slow I was going and how I was too small to even pull the big cart. I turned back and glared at them to let them know that I could hear them perfectly fine. No problem hearing them at all.