Broken Until I found You~~~Brabrina

Chapter 15

Sabrina POV

The show has started. I have finished getting ready. I am wearing a white dress with black outlined roses all over it, a black long sleeve cover up that I tied at the front and black high heel ancle boots. My hair is curled and I have natural makeup on with a little thicker eye liner and mascara. After a about 15 people, the host finally introduced me to the crowd.

"Now it's time to meet a girl that personally stood out to me. She actaully used t live here. Take a look," the host said. I remeber a week before I came here a producer came to Cailfornia to interview me. I forgot about that but I guess they're showing it to the crowd now. I don't know why I'd think I'm any different. They did this with everyone else too before they came up and sang. It just gave me a little more time to practice my cover song. But I couldn't concintrate. All I could think about was my voice talkign about my life.

"Hi my name is Sabrina Carpenter. I am 15 years old and I live in Los Angeles," I say on the video. I watch it thinking it's so weird seeing me on video. It was weird watching me do the music video. This is a whoel new level. The video continues, "I guess I started singing when I came out of my mute stage. That was probably at the age of 7. I was mute for 2 years after my mom died in a car accident and then my dad was not able to care for my sisters and I so he put us into the foster care. It was actually in Miami where I grew up. No one wanted me. I don't know what I did to make them hate me. I tried everything. I tried staying silent for the first year and I was switched to 3 different foster homes so that's when I started talking and everyone thought I was a disappointment. They all were too obsessed with the money they got some of them forgot to feed me for days. I was in 34 different foster homes before the social services sent me across the country to my new foster mom Caili. I don't know why but we just clicked. I met a lot of good friends and enemies. I think everything finally got better after my friends stood up for me when they I was getting beat up one day. I was bullied a lot by this one group of people because I was in the foster care. But they got caught by the police and were arrested. I feel bad that it went that far, but I also don't think that they don't deserve this. I have amazing friends, family, and now an amazing and sweet boyfriend. The song that I will be singing for the cover will be the clean version of Perfect by Pink," I said on the video. The room was dark and that was my cue. I ran up on stage without anyone seeing me. They were still watching the video. The video kept going. "I'm going to be singing this song was a song my mom loved and would always sing to me when I was upset. This is one of the songs that kept me going for as long as I did. Through the tough times while I was mute, while I was pushing everyone away, while I was getting beat up every morning and never telling anyone. This song kept me going and I am so thankful that I have kept going or else I wouldn't be here today." The video ended, the music came on and so did the lights. Now it's the real me. Show them the true me.

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice," I started to sing and I could hear the crowd start to cheer. I wasn't expecting this. "Dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright. Welcome to my silly life. Mistrated, misplaced, misunderstood, mis-no-it-is-all-good. It didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing, under estimated. Look I'm still around. Pretty, pretty please. Don't you ever, ever feel. Like your less then, less then perfect. Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel. Like you're nothing you are perfect to me." I sing. The crowd goes crazy. I guess they do like me. I keep singing the song and get more and mor confident on stage. "The whole world's scared, so I swallowed the fear. The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer. So cool and lying, and we try try try. But we try too hard and it's a waste of my time. Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere. They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair. Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time. Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that? YAHHHHH!" I sing. The crowd is actually cheering for me. I start to tear up but I keep my tears back. "Oh! Oh pretty, pretty, pretty! Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel. Like you're less then, less then perfect. Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel, like you're nothing you are perfect to me," I finish singing. I get a standing ovation. I smile. Now I know what happiness feels like. I go up to the front of the stage and I go up to the host. I look at the judges and a woman starts.