The first performance of the show was of a song that we chose and change it a bit. It was scheduled one week after the auditions. I chose the song Talk Dirty To Me by Poison. It was an acoustic version because we had to change it up a little otherwise I would have done the original.
My performance was the last performance of the day so I was able to sleep in till 12. After I was up and dressed for the day, I walked down to the Hotels cafe and ordered food.
I ordered a cheese burger and fries and a mocha latte. Yuuuummm. I sat down at the nearest table and sat with my food. As I ate, I examined the people around me. For example, the man sitting at the table next to mine was eating a salad (probably to try and loose weight) and drinking a soda. I am assuming his soda is a Diet Coke because of the salad.
When I was finished with my food, I grabbed my things and headed back up to my room. I didn't have to go down to the stage next door till 8. I looked at the time on my phone, 3:00. So, I have 4 1/2 hours till I have to get down to the stage to warm up before my performance.
When I got on the elevator, I saw someone running to catch the elevator. I quickly stuck my foot between the doors to stop them from closing but immediately I regret that. The man that was running onto the elevator was Harry. Great.
I quickly pushed the button that had the number 12 on it and then backed into the corner.
When the doors closed he looked over at me, "You ever gonna talk about what happened?"
"What's there to talk about?" I mumbled.
"About what happened-"
"I get that, Harry. You already said that. There is nothing to talk about. You insulted me and I walked away."
He let out a heavy sigh, "Okay, maybe me insulting you was wrong-"
"Maybe? Maybe? Really? You insulted me to an extreme extent and then brushed it off. You said that because of how I dress, I pretty much have no manners and don't know the meaning of sorry-"
"Those words never left my mouth-"
"They didn't have too! The way you put me down and belittled me hurt, Harry. Why don't you just go and make fun of my height now too? Like everybody else! You think that just because I am different, I am not as good as you? Well, let me tell you something, Harry, I am better than you. In every way possible. My dad raised me right. He raised me to be myself and be my own person. Not some asshole who doesn't accept other people or make them feel less of themselves."
The elevator doors opened right on time and I walked off and headed towards my room with Harry following quickly behind me.
"Juno, please just listen-"
I stopped and turned around quickly, "Why? So you can make fun of my clothes more? Or belittle me more? I don't think so. Leave me alone. Unless I actually make it more into the show and you and your band mates have to be my mentors like the papers say, leave me alone."
I turned quickly back around and walked to my room. I hurried and pushed the card into the slot to unlock my door and I entered my room closing the door behind me. I quickly ran over to my bed and grabbed my pillow as I sat down. I then proceeded to pinch the crap out of my pillow.
When I was finished letting out all my anger, I decided to pick out what I am going to wear for my performance tonight. I decided to wear my black denim high waisted shorts with my white Vans shirt with cut off sleeves that tucks into my shorts and my black and white vans. I also decide to wear my tearing black panty hoes under my shorts. I decided to straighten my hair and do my makeup a little bit unusual for the performance.
I arrived at the stage at 7:45. It took me a little bit longer then expected to get ready for my performance. I had 15 minutes till performance and I needed to practice. If I don't nail my performance, then I will have a chance of getting taken off the competition.
I went into a practice room and began reciting my lines over and over again till I felt that I had them right. About 8 minutes later a man in a yellow shirt came in and told me it was my turn to perform. I exited the small practice room and followed the man to the edge of the stage.
"on my count of three go out to the stage and then do as they say and answer whatever questions they ask. Three, two, one." He said directing me out onto the stage.
I walked out to the stage and faced the judges. One Direction, Blake Shelton, Simon Cowell, and Demo Lovato.
Simon looked up at me, "Yes, what are you going to sing?"
"I'm going to sing Talk Dirty To Me by Poison." I replied clearing my throat.
"Really?" he asked obviously surprised.
"Okay then. Proceed."
I took a deep breath in then let it out slowly. Then began.
You know I never
I never seen you look so good
You never act the way you should
But I like it
And I know you like it too
The way that I want you
I gotta have you
Oh yes, I do
You know I never
I never ever stay out late
You know that I can hardly wait
Just to see you
And I know you cannot wait
Wait to see me too
I gotta touch you
Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
Behind the bushes
Till I'm screaming for more
Down the basement
Lock the cellar door
Talk dirty to me