Wilma's P.O.V.
I sat on the couch in our living room, watching TV and waiting for Harry to come home again, when suddenly I heard noises.
The door opened and closed again but other than that the house was quiet afterwards. I wanted to turn around and find out who just entered the house but before I was able to do so I found hands covering my eyes.
And even though I knew it was probably someone I knew -because who else would have the keys?- I was a little scared and started to shriek. The voice behind me started to laugh and that's when I knew who it was.
"Harry!", I giggled and turned around. "Suprise!?", Harry shouted and hugged me tightly. "Where've you been?" "Shopping", he simply said and grinned. "Look, what I bought!", he continued and raised two buckets up to his cheeks. I didn't say anything, just stared at the buckets, trying to figure out what they contained, by myself.
"Green", is the only thing he said to answer my unspoken question. That really didn't help me with my problem about finding out what the buckets were for. "We'll paint it green, remember?"
Now it made sense! He was talking about the baby's room. "But Harry, I thought we-" "Yeah, I know we wanted to wait and all but-", he interrupted me, "I just had to", he explained and smiled sweetly.
He looked so excited and cute that I couldn't help but to forget about him not paying attention to what we talked about. "I'm sorry I didn't do what you said, but I just want to do something for the baby and show you that I care", he looked a bit sad now. "Hey Harry. Calm down. It's alright. I'm not mad at you!", I explained and petted his hair lovingly.
"When are we going to start?"
"Well I thought about... now!", he replied, taking it for granted. I only smiled and nodded softly, took one of the paintbrushes -which he also bought- out of his hands and walked upstairs where we planned on having the baby's room.
Painting the baby's room was even more fun than I would've thought.
I put my ipod on shuffle and we jumped around in the room, awkwardly dancing to the songs, singing as awful as probably possible. Eventually sprinkling the walls grass green.
We turned the music so loud and enjoyed ourselves way too much that we didn't even realize that someone else entered the house until we heard a knock on the baby's room's door.
I raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry who was obviously as confused as me since he was mirroring me. "Hey can I come in? It's me, Niall!", we suddenly heard the blonde boy ask and seconds later we saw him sliding his head through the half open door. He grinned like we haven't seen him grin in what felt like ages.
"How are you guys doing?", he asked chuckling. "Good, I guess", Harry answered, still a bit paralyzed by his good mood. "How about you?", he questioned.
"You probably won't believe it but I'm feeling better than ever!" He simply wouldn't stop smiling and it started to kind of terrify me.
He suddenly entered the room with one of his hands still hidden behind the doorframe. "Guess what!", he said but neither of us replied Harry just awkwardly raised his eyebrows. "I met someone!"
Someone? Someone as in a girl someone?
"That's great, Nialler! What's her name?", Harry replied imediately assuming he's talking about a girl as if other genders wouldn't exist on earth. His grin grew even wider if possible but he didn't reply, just pulled his arm from behind the door, a girl appearing next to him. A girl we already knew. Neither of us was able to say anything at all, we just stared at the girl in shock.
Both, Harry and I were definitely speechless. It couldn't be Annika now could it?
The door opened and closed again but other than that the house was quiet afterwards. I wanted to turn around and find out who just entered the house but before I was able to do so I found hands covering my eyes.
And even though I knew it was probably someone I knew -because who else would have the keys?- I was a little scared and started to shriek. The voice behind me started to laugh and that's when I knew who it was.
"Harry!", I giggled and turned around. "Suprise!?", Harry shouted and hugged me tightly. "Where've you been?" "Shopping", he simply said and grinned. "Look, what I bought!", he continued and raised two buckets up to his cheeks. I didn't say anything, just stared at the buckets, trying to figure out what they contained, by myself.
"Green", is the only thing he said to answer my unspoken question. That really didn't help me with my problem about finding out what the buckets were for. "We'll paint it green, remember?"
Now it made sense! He was talking about the baby's room. "But Harry, I thought we-" "Yeah, I know we wanted to wait and all but-", he interrupted me, "I just had to", he explained and smiled sweetly.
He looked so excited and cute that I couldn't help but to forget about him not paying attention to what we talked about. "I'm sorry I didn't do what you said, but I just want to do something for the baby and show you that I care", he looked a bit sad now. "Hey Harry. Calm down. It's alright. I'm not mad at you!", I explained and petted his hair lovingly.
"When are we going to start?"
"Well I thought about... now!", he replied, taking it for granted. I only smiled and nodded softly, took one of the paintbrushes -which he also bought- out of his hands and walked upstairs where we planned on having the baby's room.
Painting the baby's room was even more fun than I would've thought.
I put my ipod on shuffle and we jumped around in the room, awkwardly dancing to the songs, singing as awful as probably possible. Eventually sprinkling the walls grass green.
We turned the music so loud and enjoyed ourselves way too much that we didn't even realize that someone else entered the house until we heard a knock on the baby's room's door.
I raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry who was obviously as confused as me since he was mirroring me. "Hey can I come in? It's me, Niall!", we suddenly heard the blonde boy ask and seconds later we saw him sliding his head through the half open door. He grinned like we haven't seen him grin in what felt like ages.
"How are you guys doing?", he asked chuckling. "Good, I guess", Harry answered, still a bit paralyzed by his good mood. "How about you?", he questioned.
"You probably won't believe it but I'm feeling better than ever!" He simply wouldn't stop smiling and it started to kind of terrify me.
He suddenly entered the room with one of his hands still hidden behind the doorframe. "Guess what!", he said but neither of us replied Harry just awkwardly raised his eyebrows. "I met someone!"
Someone? Someone as in a girl someone?
"That's great, Nialler! What's her name?", Harry replied imediately assuming he's talking about a girl as if other genders wouldn't exist on earth. His grin grew even wider if possible but he didn't reply, just pulled his arm from behind the door, a girl appearing next to him. A girl we already knew. Neither of us was able to say anything at all, we just stared at the girl in shock.
Both, Harry and I were definitely speechless. It couldn't be Annika now could it?
Niall's P.O.V.
After telling Harry and Wilma the whole story they finally welcomed Annika properly and believed it was really her. It was still some kind of awkward but after a while they all behaved normal again, nearly as if she never left.
We joked and had fun together, painting the baby's room in a beautiful green.
I recognized that the two of them were still pretty shocked but they acted as if it was totally normal for them. After we finished painting the room we sat down in front of the TV, eating chips and talking. We didn't really concentrate on whatever was on TV because we just had to much to talk about.
Wilma told Annika everything about her pregnancy and how happy she was. Annika smiled the whole time obviously happy for her as well. I loved to see her that content and to see her at all because I still couldn't really believe she was back. She really seemed to enjoy life at the moment. She had a nice job she loved and could work with people she liked just like I could.
I loved to see her that lucky and it was good to see how much she seemed to enjoy life at the moment and it made me sad that sooner or later I'll have to break the news to her.
"Hey Niall! I'm talking to you!", Harry suddenly said and destroyed my thoughts. "Are you excited for the new tour?", he asked as soon as he could be sure he had my whole attention. I nodded but smiled half-hearted.
"A new tour?", Annika asked looking excited, "where?" "The states", I muttered but she was still able to understand me. She looked at me and her eyes widened but she didn't say anything.
"When?", she spoke again after a while of silence. "In like four days", Harry replied without thinking about it. "Why? Do you want to come to tour with us?", he continued shamelessly.
She didn't reply and her expression was one big pokerface.
We joked and had fun together, painting the baby's room in a beautiful green.
I recognized that the two of them were still pretty shocked but they acted as if it was totally normal for them. After we finished painting the room we sat down in front of the TV, eating chips and talking. We didn't really concentrate on whatever was on TV because we just had to much to talk about.
Wilma told Annika everything about her pregnancy and how happy she was. Annika smiled the whole time obviously happy for her as well. I loved to see her that content and to see her at all because I still couldn't really believe she was back. She really seemed to enjoy life at the moment. She had a nice job she loved and could work with people she liked just like I could.
I loved to see her that lucky and it was good to see how much she seemed to enjoy life at the moment and it made me sad that sooner or later I'll have to break the news to her.
"Hey Niall! I'm talking to you!", Harry suddenly said and destroyed my thoughts. "Are you excited for the new tour?", he asked as soon as he could be sure he had my whole attention. I nodded but smiled half-hearted.
"A new tour?", Annika asked looking excited, "where?" "The states", I muttered but she was still able to understand me. She looked at me and her eyes widened but she didn't say anything.
"When?", she spoke again after a while of silence. "In like four days", Harry replied without thinking about it. "Why? Do you want to come to tour with us?", he continued shamelessly.
She didn't reply and her expression was one big pokerface.
_One week later_
Marili's P.O.V. A/N: new character.
I was walking around with little Payton on my hip. She had those huge headphones on so that the noises around wouldn't ruin her tiny ears. She was giggling and bouncing up and down on my hip. Luckily, she seemed to enjoy it here. She was pretty calm in general and it was easy to make her happy.
I could see how she loved it when people started to grin and smile when they saw here and it made her giggle even more. She was such a joyful little girl. "Can we go see uncy Nix?", Payton suddenly asked or more likely screamed because of the headphones that blocked her ears. "We sure can, little girl", I replied just as cheery.
It took us quite a while to get through the crowd because there were incredibly many people around. We were nearly back at where I last saw my brother Phoenix -who Payton's used to call Nix- when I suddenly saw another familiar face in the crowd.
"Hey Marili!", they suddenly greeted me, "I haven't seen you in ages!" "Hey Annika. I know right. How are you doing, girl?", I replied, hugging her with Payton pressed between our chests, her placing a sloppy kiss on Annika's cheek. "I'm doing good! How's little Payton?", she answered, leaning down to Payton's level, petting her hair.
"She's fine!", Payton replied making both of us laugh at how adorable she was. "What have you been doing lately, Annika?", I asked, since I hadn't seen her in a while and I was glad to meet her her, "Didn't expect to see you her", I admitted, because that was the truth. We all hoped to see her here but we couldn't be sure about that, since her life took weird ways these days and we all knew she had some trouble going on.
Last time we all saw her was when we were in the studio, recording the album, which was about a month or so ago.
I remember her standing by her keyboard, mindlessly playing the melody to one of the songs Georgette had written.
Oh, Georgette. I still haven't seen her here, which is weird. I remember we were best friends back in school. I was her only friend, now that I think about it. I realized it back then already but I never understood why that was the case. She was pretty popular, to be honest. Most of our classmates liked her, even though she behaved a little weird in class.
She was smart. Really smart. One could think she was a genius. A wonder child, somehow. She had such a huge knowledge about basically everything. You could ask her any question and she would know it. Give her any exercise and she could solve it.
She was a weird student.
She always wore clothes that looked like some kind of uniform, yet stylish. She liked to wear blouses and she always hid her hair in a huge bun upon her head. She also liked braiding her hair. She might have always had that bun but she still managed to make her hairdo look differently every day.
Georgette was one to always be quiet, sitting in class at her desk, all by herself. I might have been her best friend but she still wouldn't let me sit next to her. But that was okay with me. I thought it was interesting to just watch her from afar.
It was interesting to see the way she acted in class.
She often had to answer the questions no one else in class was able to answer. Whenever that happened she just raised her hand after she realized no one answered and then after the teacher called her, she gave the right answer without even looking up from her folder.
Sometimes, she doodled in class.
She told me it calmed her down and made her concentrate. Georgette always bit her tongue when she was concentrating really hard on something. She always bit her tongue while painting, actually.
Having to answer a question didn't stop her from doodling.
Normally, teachers would care about that; would ask students to stop doing it but this wasn't just a normal student. This was Georgette, who always knew the answer to all the questions asked. Sometimes even to the questions that weren't asked.
You could conclude and say she was perfect. Well, you could at least assume that her grades were perfect. But that wasn't the fact. In most cases it was but not in one. The one which was called 'music class'.
Music class wasn't really Georgette's cup of tea.
Right. That was an understatement, to be quite honest.
She seemed to hate it. Sure, she knew all the facts about the violin's history and she also knew Chopin's biography by heart but there was one thing she wasn't able to do: sing.
Georgette might have been the smartest student any of us ever met or will ever meet, might it be student or teacher, but even the smartest girl in our school's history nearly failed. Because of music class.
Apparently, refusing to sing in music class wasn't a good thing to do if you wanted to pass a class. Singing was the most important part about music class at our school. So with someone refusing to sing their grade would obviously not be the best.
More likely the worse, in Georgette's case.
That's probably why everyone simply assumed she couldn't sing; because no one ever heard her sing. There were no -living- witnesses. Even I -her best friend- haven't heard her sing until that particular day.
I remember everyone was a little too drunk that day. Let's say: a little too drunk to care. Especially her. They played some sort of game; the one you only enjoy when you're drunk. So, as for me, I didn't enjoy it at all. I had to stay sober for little Payton but that wasn't quite hard since I never liked drinking anyway.
Once it was Georgette's task someone asked her to sing something. But she refused. Obviously. Everyone would've thought she did that. So of course they thought of some sort of exercise she had to do once she admitted that she was not willing to do the first one.
Surely, the second one had to do with singing as well. But after hearing the second task, if I would've been her, I sure as hell would've wanted the first one back. Now, the second one was for Georgette to sing... in front of a little more people than just the twenty of us sitting around her at that little house party sort of thing. They wanted her to go to a nation -oh what do I say- WORLDwide TV show. They wanted her to go on that stage and sing in front of everybody.
They thought she would definitely turn this one down as well and just get used to the fact that she would have to sing in front of everybody in this room then, but instead she just nodded and some weeks later she could be seen singing on TV.
I remember she went to a casting show. The sort for singing only because she thought talent shows should be used for talents other than singing only and she said she, herself, enjoyed seeing acrobats more than people singing on shows like that.
She went there on her own. She didn't want me to come. Didn't want anyone to come. I was a little upset at first because I was her best friends and I ought to know what she would be like but she refused yet again. 'You'll see it on TV anyway', she said. She was right, I guess.
I was still able to help her choose a song to sing. In the end we decided on two options. The first one was 'Arrows' by Fireworks. The second one was 'Bad' by The Cab.
I doubted the choices were good because no one really knew the songs and from what I've seen I guessed it was better to choose a popular song because the judges liked to know the song and stuff like that. But she insisted on picking those two.
After singing and coming home again she told me al- well probably not all but at least someting, about the show.
She said that it was exactly like I said it and the judges weren't too excited about hearing those rather unknown songs. After singing those two songs they wanted her to sing another one. A more popular one this time but she said she just shoke her head. They either liked her singing or they didn't, she said, but she would not sing a song she wasn't into just because someone wanted her to do so.
She never told me whether she made it to the next round after going there or not. She never told anyone, to be honest. Whenever someone asked her about it she just casually replied: 'Wait and see (on TV)'.
A lot of people thought she didn't actually go there since no one could confirm it. But she did. She did and she had the most awesome voice I had ever heard until then. We saw that later on when live shows and such started. We never saw her audition until then because she didn't seem to be interesting for the camera guys.
She was one of those candidates that are there and you might've also heard them but you just can't really remember them because they're not really there, causing trouble like all the others.
I remember seeing all of her shows and I remember all of the songs she sang. All the bands no one really knew. They always wantedher to sing something more popular but she didn't change for them. She remained herself and kept singing the songs she loved and I guess that's what made the audience slowly take a shine to her.
I remember the most popular songs she sang being by Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance. Whereas the first one was my idea, because of personal references. Back then Payton was already about a year old and I sent her to a daycare center, where I got to meet Pete and Bronx. Pete's Fall Out Boy's bass player and Bronx was his little two year old son.
I got to meet him every day from then on and he always mentioned how awesome he thought it was that I managed to take care of Payton myself. Which was actually not quite true. But we still got good friends and sometimes I left Payton at his' or I took care of Bronx when he had an important meeting or a concert and the daycare was closed.
Georgette was considered the audience's favorite by the time the show had to come to an end. She actually made it to the finals and when I talked about the things I remember from her performance I can't actually recall her singing. Well, I can. I hear it in my head as if she's standing right beside me sometimes but I couldn't describe it even if I tried.
The girl kept her favorite song until the final. One has to say she was probably the only one who has ever heard of the song other than the band that usually performed it and that wouldn't even have been that wrong.
She told me that the song was by the singer of a band whose guitar player she knew. She told me she knew him from school. Since I had to end school earlier because of Payton I wasn't able to know him. After I left the school she took part in a student exchange program with a school from Maryland.Which meant that the guy came to the kingdom for about a month and she went to the states for a month as well. But since that didn't take part at the same time they actually got to meet each other.
The guy's name was Jack and she told me that they kept contact, so one day, before that whole TV show thingy, he told him how he started a band with some of his friends.
He sent her a copy of the first couple of songs they recorded and she grew to become a fan. That big of a fan that she, one day, told me they were her favorite band and since that really seemed to be the case she actually sang one of their songs during her final.
The band Jack was in was called All Time Low.
The song she sang was called Running From Lions.
No one knew them before. No one but her, really. She kind of went to all of their concerts and rehearsels. Jack made it possible for her; set up his laptop and started a skype connection everytime and she just said there and watched and listened.
I never got to listen to one of those little concerts but that's alright because I never wanted to. i felt like this was her thing to do. A thing between Jack and her. Or at least the band and her and back then could've sworn Jack and Georgette will make a wonderful couple one day.
No one knew them before.
No one knew her before.
No one even knew she could even sing.
But all that changed within one night.
Not only did the song change her life but also Jack's life and the whole band's. I can only imagine how thankful they must have been. I believe they never even dreamed of it being able that they'll be that successful one day. And since they started with one fan only and they thought that the highest they might get would be about five, they were more than positively shocked when they heard from about a hundred different people that they wanted to buy their album.
But it changed even more lives.
Before she went to that TV show; Georgette and I started a band.
There'd be me, the bass player. Then Georgette would play the guitar because of course she was that perfect she had to also be able to play an instrument. My brother Phoenix was our drummer and a friend of his who was called Hunter, was also added to the band, playing the guitar as well.
The only thing that was missing back then was a singer but we -of course- soon got to know about Georgette's singing skills. So it was settled that she'd be our singer.
We played music together every day from then on and got better every time.
When I was bringing Payton to the daycare center once again I met Pete, as usual, and casually told him about the band we started just to make some small talk. But he got pretty excited about this and insisted on hearing us so I couldn't resist.
He liked our music and the songs we wrote ourselves but he thought it'd be better for us to also have a keyboard player. Thinking of people we know who were able to play the keyboard, Georgette suddenly mentioned someone whose name was Annika. She said she met her in the library where she uses to go for school work and she remembered talking to her about music and saying that she played the keyboard.
After talking to Pete we went to the library as soon as possible and asked her to be in our band and she gladly accepted.
From then on we were a band and recorded our very first album only weeks later, after signing in on Pete's record label. He sure had a lot of faith in us and it made us happy to see.
Recording was fun but the photoshoot for the CD's cover was even more fun, in my opinion.
We decided to have little Payton on the cover, though one could only see her back anyway. She had a tiny little guitar in one of her hands, pulling it over the dusty floor, without caring if it got destroied. The lower part of the guitar was covered in wet paint and so was the path Payton went.
I could see how she loved it when people started to grin and smile when they saw here and it made her giggle even more. She was such a joyful little girl. "Can we go see uncy Nix?", Payton suddenly asked or more likely screamed because of the headphones that blocked her ears. "We sure can, little girl", I replied just as cheery.
It took us quite a while to get through the crowd because there were incredibly many people around. We were nearly back at where I last saw my brother Phoenix -who Payton's used to call Nix- when I suddenly saw another familiar face in the crowd.
"Hey Marili!", they suddenly greeted me, "I haven't seen you in ages!" "Hey Annika. I know right. How are you doing, girl?", I replied, hugging her with Payton pressed between our chests, her placing a sloppy kiss on Annika's cheek. "I'm doing good! How's little Payton?", she answered, leaning down to Payton's level, petting her hair.
"She's fine!", Payton replied making both of us laugh at how adorable she was. "What have you been doing lately, Annika?", I asked, since I hadn't seen her in a while and I was glad to meet her her, "Didn't expect to see you her", I admitted, because that was the truth. We all hoped to see her here but we couldn't be sure about that, since her life took weird ways these days and we all knew she had some trouble going on.
Last time we all saw her was when we were in the studio, recording the album, which was about a month or so ago.
I remember her standing by her keyboard, mindlessly playing the melody to one of the songs Georgette had written.
Oh, Georgette. I still haven't seen her here, which is weird. I remember we were best friends back in school. I was her only friend, now that I think about it. I realized it back then already but I never understood why that was the case. She was pretty popular, to be honest. Most of our classmates liked her, even though she behaved a little weird in class.
She was smart. Really smart. One could think she was a genius. A wonder child, somehow. She had such a huge knowledge about basically everything. You could ask her any question and she would know it. Give her any exercise and she could solve it.
She was a weird student.
She always wore clothes that looked like some kind of uniform, yet stylish. She liked to wear blouses and she always hid her hair in a huge bun upon her head. She also liked braiding her hair. She might have always had that bun but she still managed to make her hairdo look differently every day.
Georgette was one to always be quiet, sitting in class at her desk, all by herself. I might have been her best friend but she still wouldn't let me sit next to her. But that was okay with me. I thought it was interesting to just watch her from afar.
It was interesting to see the way she acted in class.
She often had to answer the questions no one else in class was able to answer. Whenever that happened she just raised her hand after she realized no one answered and then after the teacher called her, she gave the right answer without even looking up from her folder.
Sometimes, she doodled in class.
She told me it calmed her down and made her concentrate. Georgette always bit her tongue when she was concentrating really hard on something. She always bit her tongue while painting, actually.
Having to answer a question didn't stop her from doodling.
Normally, teachers would care about that; would ask students to stop doing it but this wasn't just a normal student. This was Georgette, who always knew the answer to all the questions asked. Sometimes even to the questions that weren't asked.
You could conclude and say she was perfect. Well, you could at least assume that her grades were perfect. But that wasn't the fact. In most cases it was but not in one. The one which was called 'music class'.
Music class wasn't really Georgette's cup of tea.
Right. That was an understatement, to be quite honest.
She seemed to hate it. Sure, she knew all the facts about the violin's history and she also knew Chopin's biography by heart but there was one thing she wasn't able to do: sing.
Georgette might have been the smartest student any of us ever met or will ever meet, might it be student or teacher, but even the smartest girl in our school's history nearly failed. Because of music class.
Apparently, refusing to sing in music class wasn't a good thing to do if you wanted to pass a class. Singing was the most important part about music class at our school. So with someone refusing to sing their grade would obviously not be the best.
More likely the worse, in Georgette's case.
That's probably why everyone simply assumed she couldn't sing; because no one ever heard her sing. There were no -living- witnesses. Even I -her best friend- haven't heard her sing until that particular day.
I remember everyone was a little too drunk that day. Let's say: a little too drunk to care. Especially her. They played some sort of game; the one you only enjoy when you're drunk. So, as for me, I didn't enjoy it at all. I had to stay sober for little Payton but that wasn't quite hard since I never liked drinking anyway.
Once it was Georgette's task someone asked her to sing something. But she refused. Obviously. Everyone would've thought she did that. So of course they thought of some sort of exercise she had to do once she admitted that she was not willing to do the first one.
Surely, the second one had to do with singing as well. But after hearing the second task, if I would've been her, I sure as hell would've wanted the first one back. Now, the second one was for Georgette to sing... in front of a little more people than just the twenty of us sitting around her at that little house party sort of thing. They wanted her to go to a nation -oh what do I say- WORLDwide TV show. They wanted her to go on that stage and sing in front of everybody.
They thought she would definitely turn this one down as well and just get used to the fact that she would have to sing in front of everybody in this room then, but instead she just nodded and some weeks later she could be seen singing on TV.
I remember she went to a casting show. The sort for singing only because she thought talent shows should be used for talents other than singing only and she said she, herself, enjoyed seeing acrobats more than people singing on shows like that.
She went there on her own. She didn't want me to come. Didn't want anyone to come. I was a little upset at first because I was her best friends and I ought to know what she would be like but she refused yet again. 'You'll see it on TV anyway', she said. She was right, I guess.
I was still able to help her choose a song to sing. In the end we decided on two options. The first one was 'Arrows' by Fireworks. The second one was 'Bad' by The Cab.
I doubted the choices were good because no one really knew the songs and from what I've seen I guessed it was better to choose a popular song because the judges liked to know the song and stuff like that. But she insisted on picking those two.
After singing and coming home again she told me al- well probably not all but at least someting, about the show.
She said that it was exactly like I said it and the judges weren't too excited about hearing those rather unknown songs. After singing those two songs they wanted her to sing another one. A more popular one this time but she said she just shoke her head. They either liked her singing or they didn't, she said, but she would not sing a song she wasn't into just because someone wanted her to do so.
She never told me whether she made it to the next round after going there or not. She never told anyone, to be honest. Whenever someone asked her about it she just casually replied: 'Wait and see (on TV)'.
A lot of people thought she didn't actually go there since no one could confirm it. But she did. She did and she had the most awesome voice I had ever heard until then. We saw that later on when live shows and such started. We never saw her audition until then because she didn't seem to be interesting for the camera guys.
She was one of those candidates that are there and you might've also heard them but you just can't really remember them because they're not really there, causing trouble like all the others.
I remember seeing all of her shows and I remember all of the songs she sang. All the bands no one really knew. They always wantedher to sing something more popular but she didn't change for them. She remained herself and kept singing the songs she loved and I guess that's what made the audience slowly take a shine to her.
I remember the most popular songs she sang being by Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance. Whereas the first one was my idea, because of personal references. Back then Payton was already about a year old and I sent her to a daycare center, where I got to meet Pete and Bronx. Pete's Fall Out Boy's bass player and Bronx was his little two year old son.
I got to meet him every day from then on and he always mentioned how awesome he thought it was that I managed to take care of Payton myself. Which was actually not quite true. But we still got good friends and sometimes I left Payton at his' or I took care of Bronx when he had an important meeting or a concert and the daycare was closed.
Georgette was considered the audience's favorite by the time the show had to come to an end. She actually made it to the finals and when I talked about the things I remember from her performance I can't actually recall her singing. Well, I can. I hear it in my head as if she's standing right beside me sometimes but I couldn't describe it even if I tried.
The girl kept her favorite song until the final. One has to say she was probably the only one who has ever heard of the song other than the band that usually performed it and that wouldn't even have been that wrong.
She told me that the song was by the singer of a band whose guitar player she knew. She told me she knew him from school. Since I had to end school earlier because of Payton I wasn't able to know him. After I left the school she took part in a student exchange program with a school from Maryland.Which meant that the guy came to the kingdom for about a month and she went to the states for a month as well. But since that didn't take part at the same time they actually got to meet each other.
The guy's name was Jack and she told me that they kept contact, so one day, before that whole TV show thingy, he told him how he started a band with some of his friends.
He sent her a copy of the first couple of songs they recorded and she grew to become a fan. That big of a fan that she, one day, told me they were her favorite band and since that really seemed to be the case she actually sang one of their songs during her final.
The band Jack was in was called All Time Low.
The song she sang was called Running From Lions.
No one knew them before. No one but her, really. She kind of went to all of their concerts and rehearsels. Jack made it possible for her; set up his laptop and started a skype connection everytime and she just said there and watched and listened.
I never got to listen to one of those little concerts but that's alright because I never wanted to. i felt like this was her thing to do. A thing between Jack and her. Or at least the band and her and back then could've sworn Jack and Georgette will make a wonderful couple one day.
No one knew them before.
No one knew her before.
No one even knew she could even sing.
But all that changed within one night.
Not only did the song change her life but also Jack's life and the whole band's. I can only imagine how thankful they must have been. I believe they never even dreamed of it being able that they'll be that successful one day. And since they started with one fan only and they thought that the highest they might get would be about five, they were more than positively shocked when they heard from about a hundred different people that they wanted to buy their album.
But it changed even more lives.
Before she went to that TV show; Georgette and I started a band.
There'd be me, the bass player. Then Georgette would play the guitar because of course she was that perfect she had to also be able to play an instrument. My brother Phoenix was our drummer and a friend of his who was called Hunter, was also added to the band, playing the guitar as well.
The only thing that was missing back then was a singer but we -of course- soon got to know about Georgette's singing skills. So it was settled that she'd be our singer.
We played music together every day from then on and got better every time.
When I was bringing Payton to the daycare center once again I met Pete, as usual, and casually told him about the band we started just to make some small talk. But he got pretty excited about this and insisted on hearing us so I couldn't resist.
He liked our music and the songs we wrote ourselves but he thought it'd be better for us to also have a keyboard player. Thinking of people we know who were able to play the keyboard, Georgette suddenly mentioned someone whose name was Annika. She said she met her in the library where she uses to go for school work and she remembered talking to her about music and saying that she played the keyboard.
After talking to Pete we went to the library as soon as possible and asked her to be in our band and she gladly accepted.
From then on we were a band and recorded our very first album only weeks later, after signing in on Pete's record label. He sure had a lot of faith in us and it made us happy to see.
Recording was fun but the photoshoot for the CD's cover was even more fun, in my opinion.
We decided to have little Payton on the cover, though one could only see her back anyway. She had a tiny little guitar in one of her hands, pulling it over the dusty floor, without caring if it got destroied. The lower part of the guitar was covered in wet paint and so was the path Payton went.