I am so tired, but I had to get this up. Sorry if it's a little messy. My brain isn't thinking right. I promise the next chapter will be better.
Edit 4/28/15: Cleaned up some spelling. Changed judges to fit with the 2015 judges.
Got Talent?
Chapter 1 - The Fail...
"Dad, are you sure you want to do this?" My dad is about to go out and make a complete fool of himself... like always.
"Of course, son! This is going to be my big break! It will be amazing! The judges will never see it coming! But, before I go on, I need to tell you something."
"Yeah?" I ask nervously. This doesn't sound good.
"I need you to tell your sister that I signed both you and her up for an audition and she's after me and you are after her."
"WHAT?" I scream, choking on a piece of spit.
"I need you to tell your sis-"
"I know what you said! Dad, why would you do this? We don't have anything practiced!"
"Well, neither do I and you don't see that stopping me."
Perhaps I should explain. See, Jazz, Dad, and I are at the America's Got Tallent auditions in New York. Dad was going to do a singing audition where he would be singing about ghosts and Jazz and I were supposed to be his support group (Mom was too embarrased to come. I don't blame her.) Dad is the next up and we are waiting in the greenroom to be led backstage.
"Jack Fenton?" the stage manager calls out for our dad.
"HERE!" He runs up to the stage manager and I feel bad for the guy. I also feel bad for the judges, for they have no idea what's coming.
"Hello, what's your name?" Heidi asks my dad.
"JACK FENTON!" is his bellowed response. He doesn't even need a microphone, so why did they give him one?
"What is your ocupation?" Howie asks this question.
"I am a ghost hunter!"
Jazz and I face palm sanctimoniously as we watch our dad make a fool of himself on the TV in the green room. "I can never go to school again," I mumble.
"Oh really," Howard has a look of disbelief on his face. "And what are you going to do for us tonight?"
"Please say leave, please say leave," Jazz and I silently pray, hoping he'll change his mind. No such luck.
"I am going to sing a song about ghosts!"
"OK, good luck." Jack doesn't hesitate one bit.
"I like ghosts and you like ghosts," he starts off key.
"Jasmine Fenton?" The stage manager is back, this time calling for my sister. I keep my attention on the screen.
BUZZ!
Heidi, Mel B, and Howard hit their buzzers at the same time.
"We all love ghosts!"
BUZZ!
Howie hits his buzzer. The music stops, but that doesn't stop my dad.
"She likes ghosts and he likes ghosts!"
"Uh, Jack?" Mel B tries to tell him to stop but even with her mic, she can't speak over him.
"I love ghosts and ectoplasm! We will hunt them for eternity! We all love ghosts!"
Two guys from security walk out now. They start to drag him off the stage. He doesn't seem to notice.
"WE ALL LOVE GHOSTS!" He's then stripped of his mic and led out of the building.
"Well, that was, uh, interesting."
"I would rather get my teeth yanked out with no pain stopper."
"I vote no."
The judges words are all mixed together, but it is clear my dad won't be winning the million dollars.
I sigh. Jazz is up next.
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