Chasing The American Dream: American Idol

This was my song.

The last song that I had chosen.

My last chance to let her know how I really felt.

My last chance to show the world what I felt.

What I felt for her.

The time and distance took a toll on us.

But I wasn't going to let that break what I knew we had.

At least, what I thought we had.

And I wanted to see her beautiful emerald eyes sparkle.

Just for me.

When she realized the song was for her alone.

I wanted to regret being here.

Regret losing her because of all this.

But I had no choice now. 

 I was standing in the middle of people swarming like bees making sure everything was perfect. 

I felt insignificant to all the work they had to do, and yet I was one of the star attractions.

Because I was one of the final two.

The song I chose was risky; the judges, coaches and other ex-contestants said so.

But it didn't matter.

She was the only one I was going to sing for.

No one else's opinion mattered anymore.

As the deafening applause from the audience was heard in the back stage, I knew he was over.

"Tyler, you're on. Good luck," the stage manager said as he led me to the center entrance.

As I positioned myself as I had many times before during practice, my heart raced unnaturally.

Was it because of the audience watching, or her presence? I didn't know.

As the blue curtains started to move, making my legs cold, a brief feeling of panic settled in me. But as soon as it came, it had gone.

I pushed my nerves down and reminded myself of what I was going to do. Despite the coolness, sweat started to bead my forehead; I could feel it. The lights then dimmed.

It was too late to turn back; too late to call it quits.

My clothes seemed to suffocate me for a moment there, but it was gone after a sharp intake of breath.

I heard another round of applause and hollers as my name was called and shook my cold hands.

 The curtains pulled away, the mist settled on the stage, and the lights lit only a small portion, giving  their desired effect.

The person managing everything gave me the cue to step out through the earpiece.

I walked out the same way I had practiced so many times before.

But there was a part of it all which I had never practiced.

And which only I and a friend I met knew about.

After my lucky guitar was handed to me, all my nerves calmed instantly.

This was it.

I was going to see her again.

She was standing in the pit with our friends.

I didn't know how they got there, but she was waiting to see me.

And she had no clue to that she was going to be under the spotlight, too.

She had no clue I wanted to let the world know that she was the one I was singing for.

The only girl in my mind.

Everyone's in for a surprise.

3..

2..

1..

Here we go.

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Thank you to Scarlet up there for the awesome cover! <3

I had the story idea randomly one night and knew I just had to write it. So any thoughts? Should I write his story? :D