So You Can Sing (Niall Horan)

Chapter 2

For the first time in my sad life, I knew the true meaning of sweating bullets. Hands clammy, sweat dripping down my neck, I stood as Mr. Cowell's assistant told me he was ready for me.

I walked in the slowest manner possible, stalling to the best of my ability. People walking down the halls shot me small smiles, mostly of encouragemt. Mostly.

Finally I found myself in front of a pair of large, opaque, pitch black, glass doors. The assistant shot me one more encouraging glance before power walking back down the hall in a graceful and fluent motion.

I raise my fist up to knock, but freeze in fear. As if I'm not already terrified, the severity if the situation hits me like a brick wall. This could break me. This could be the thing that ruins me, the final straw. I find myself incapable of moving my fist which is frozen in front of the door. My body is seized in fear, and I'm with my body. Pleading my body to just run, leave.

Suddenly, the choice of staying or leaving is taken from me as the large doors swing open, almost knocking me down. "OH, OH MY! Excuse me Darling, I thought I heard you out here! I didn't mean to almost knock you off your feet. Can I get you anything? Tea, Water? Oh, come in, come in!" Simon rambles without an ounce of composure.

Hm, he looks as nervous as me.

He raises his eyebrow at me in question, and I suddenly realized my arm hasn't moved from its previous position, and I blush a crimson red.

I allow my arm to drop. "Hi." I squeak. He chuckled, and his body relaxes, the tension and anxiety disappearing. The tension that was there was replaced with a confident smile flashed in my way.

"Hello, Miss Painter." And he motions me into the room with a small bow of his head.

My blush immediately grows more prominent of my cheeks.

I step past him and into his office, and take the chair and bottle of water he offers me.

"So Kyla, how long have you been singing?"

"Since before I could talk Sir." I mumbled out, feeling uncomfortable.

"Simon."

"What?"

"Call me Simon."

"Oh, yes Sir."

"Simon."

"Sorry Sir--I mean Simon." I said, his name feeling foreign on my tongue.

"So Kyla, we're going to go down to the recording studio, and I would like you to sing a song in from of me and a few other people. It isn't very many, just a couple of people who want to hear you. Follow me this way." he said motioning me to follow him.

I felt fear begin to pool in my stomach.

When we got to the studio he told me to pick any song of my choice.

I slipped on my headphones and tried to decide a song.

So I sang the song currently stuck in my head.

🎶I remember years ago

Someone told me I should take

Caution when it comes to love

I did, I did

And you were strong and I was not

My illusion, my mistake

I was careless, I forgot

I did

And now when all is done

There is nothing to say

You have gone and so effortlessly

You have won

You can go ahead tell them

Tell them all I know now

Shout it from the roof tops

Write it on the sky line

All we had is gone now

Tell them I was happy

And my heart is broken

All my scars are open

Tell them what I hoped would be

Impossible, impossible

Impossible, impossible

Falling out of love is hard

Falling for betrayal is worse

Broken trust and broken hearts

I know, I know

Thinking all you need is there

Building faith on love and words

Empty promises will wear

I know, I know

And now when all is gone

There is nothing to say

And if you're done with embarrassing me

On your own you can go ahead tell them

Tell them all I know now

Shout it from the roof tops

Write it on the sky line

All we had is gone now

Tell them I was happy

And my heart is broken

All my scars are open

Tell them what I hoped would be

Impossible, impossible

Impossible, impossible

Impossible, impossible

Impossible, impossible!

Ooh impossible (yeah yeah)

I remember years ago

Someone told me I should take

Caution when it comes to love

I did

Tell them all I know now

Shout it from the roof tops

Write it on the sky line

All we had is gone now

Tell them I was happy

And my heart is broken

All my scars are open

Tell them what I hoped would be

Impossible, impossible

Impossible, impossible

Impossible, impossible

Impossible, impossible

I remember years ago

Someone told me I should take

Caution when it comes to love

I did...🎶

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That song is not mine btw, that's Impossible by Shontelle.

I love it so much