The lights on the large polished black stage came on and a petite, eighteen year old girl appeared from the left wing of the back stage area. She held a microphone in her left hand. She wore a bright yellow tank top, a dark grey denim skirt with a frayed fringe at the hem, and white calf length low heeled boots.
Her shoulder length curly black hair was down and her pretty green eyes looked out at the audience sitting in chairs in front of her. She smiled at everyone. Then she raised the microphone so it was level with her pink lips. She waited paitently as the band geared up. Once the guitars started wailing she knew that was her cue.
"Hey everybody! Don't ya know?
I ain't just another Pop Princess.
Yeah I got some soul.
Pop music is alright. It's okay.
It gets everyone movin'.
But with blues you got to reach
deep down in your soul.
Uh Huh, it moves ya.
To make others feel what your
feelin'. You got to feel it too.
And thats why. Yeah thats why.
They call it the blues."
The girl stopped there and the band stopped their playing. The singer walked to the center of the stage and faced three people who were seated in the center aisle of the theater. To the left was a middle aged black man.
"Blakleigh, that was a great performance." he said
Blakleigh beamed, "Thanks Freddy." she said shyly
The next person to judge the girl was sitting between Freddy and another man. This person was a woman. She was a singer and dancer back in the eighties. Anna Clemmons. The forty something woman still looked as gorgeous as ever. Only her fiery red hair now has light grey streaks running through it. Her blue eyes shone with pride as she looked at the girl.
"Blakleigh no one would believe that a shy girl would have such an amazing voice. You rock girl!" she said
Blakleigh said thank you to Anna and faced the third man who was Gerard Hunnington. He owned a record label in London and New York. His hazel eyes appeared very serious as he looked at Blakleigh.
"Very well done. Blakleigh you are the most talented singer on Super Star." he replied in his deep british accent.
"Thank you." she said
The camera zoomed in for a close up of Blakleigh and Kurt. She gave the camera a nervous smile. While tall, tanned, and handsome Kurt with his surfer blond curly hair smiled with confidence. "If you want to vote for the lovely and talented Blakleigh McCullough then call 1-800-SuperStar. But wait till after the show." he said
"After this quick break Jacob Simmons will perform. See ya soon." Kurt said
The camera zoomed out and the commercials were rolling. Blakleigh went back stage and set her microphone down. Over on one side of the room the other finalists stood talking in a circle.
Blakleigh has never felt comfortable talking to a bunch of people. Although she did manage to step out on to that stage and sing her heart out. She just shrugged and headed over to the refreshment table. The was filled with different types of snack foods. They ranged from bags of chips, a tray of veggies, a cooler filled with bottled water.
Blakleigh grabbed a bottled water, and a bag of baked potato chips.
She crossed the room and sat down on the green sofa in the center of the room.
. Anyways, this is definitely a very nice start!
Earlier in the story, I dont get the feeling that she's this polite. This bit was kind of thrown out at us so suddenly. Change it to a more modern and believable phrase, or consider making Blakleigh a super duper polite person throughout your story.
The judges are pretty easy-going here, eh? All three of them...Blakleigh must be very talented 