Dear readers, this story is untrue in every way. Don't take this to any reality. If you believe this is true then slap yourself across the face because I told you it's not. LOL!!! Well, it has some facts in it but still. Anyways here's the story….
There's a time in someone's life where you always want something to be true but it's so far from reach. You can never reach it. It's like a shooting star above; impossible to get it even though you keep dreaming that one day you still might catch it. That's what this story is about. A dream that a girl had, never to come true, but one day, that all changed. With only a small bit of hope.
CHAPTER 1…
TO CATCH A FALLEN DREAM
I hear the crowd start roaring and screaming, I clutch my fists, scared that they'll all reject me. I hear the theme music go on. A man kneels down to me and smiles. He pats me on the back. This man is Nick Cannon. The host of Americas Got Talent. The show I know I'll fail. The memories start coming back again and I shake my head. I just want them to leave and never come back. It'll make the pain easier. Nick tells me it's my time and I open my eyes. I run out on stage and look at the massive crowd. They get silent as they see the glove and the jacket. They sparkle in the light and the crowd awes. The judges look up and say nothing.
"My real name is Katherine Waxon." I pause and sigh. "But my stage name is Feminine MJ." The crowd still silent, waiting for my next move. A snap of my fingers, a point to the stereo, and I grab the microphone starts the music. My song of choice? Billie Jean.
I start to tap my foot. I spin and throw my black hat off of my head. I start to sing and dance but nothing. No buzzes your out, not boos from the crowd. I thought at first that was a good thing. But there was also no screams or hollers of fascination. Just silence as the music went on. I felt degraded. Like they just didn't care. The song came to the last session as it was just scores. The final move I would make had to get the screams out. I'd been working on it for weeks. I looked at the crowd then down to the ground. I felt myself move back as peoples jaw dropped. I did a final spin and turned to the judges who just stared. Did I do well? Or did I do badly? Nothing could be told. The expression on peoples faces were mixed. I couldn't tell if they were happy or mad or maybe even just disgusted. How did I do? Then screams came from every corner. Tears fled the place with joy. People stood and jumped with joy. I was accepted.
"Thank you." That's all that I could say. But it was not over. The judges had to vote. First was David.
"To my eyes, I had never seen anyone as good as you were at his moves. You blew the whole crowd away. It was unbelievable! My answers yes!" One yes. But two more hard core people. Next, Sharon.
"When you came on here, I thought you were going to be horrible. Because of all the chaos that has happened about the whole thing. But you got every step and vocal dead on to the beat! I say yes!" Two yeses. That means I'm going to Vegas. But what I really want is three yeses. If I get all three then I'm in the favorite league. I need that third yes. Then I'll cheer. Final was Piers. I'm worried about him.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Yes sir."
"How exactly long have you been a fan of his?"
"Since 4th grade sir."
"And what grade are you going into now?"
"8th sir."
"Your 12 am I right?"
"Yes sir."
"So you have been a fan of his for 4 years?"
"Yes."
"Tell me your story." I took a breath. My story wasn't really qualified as fan material, but I said it anyways.
"We had to learn to dance the Thriller in 4th grade. I had heard of all the bad things about MJ, and never the good. But when I saw Thriller, I knew he couldn't be all that bad. I didn't know any other song besides Thriller. That's all I ever listened to. That was the only song I knew from him. Then on June 25th 2009, when I heard the news. I couldn't believe it. I started to go on the Internet and search all his songs. To my disbelief, I feel in love with two other songs besides Thriller. I started to listen to them. I watched all specials about him, even if I had already seen it before. We got our very first MJ CD 4 days after. I then dedicated myself to learn all his songs and moves and keep his soul actually living. To keep him alive. You know, people always think about the negativity of others. But once they see what they really have done, you start to want to think only about the positive side." Piers smiled.
"I thought so. You are a very positive girl. I'm going to have to say," My heart thumped and I clutched my fist so hard I probably would've cut my circulation. "Yes."
"YES!" I jumped up and fell to the ground almost balling my eyes out. "THANK YOU!!! Thank God! Thank God!"
"You know, I wouldn't just speak for myself if I called you the princes of pop." David said. I looked up at him. "What does the audience think?"
"YEAH!!!!" I laughed as I stood up wiping my tears of joy.
"You shouldn't only thank God. Probably Michael's up there cheering you on as well." Piers said. I smiled and ran off the stage thanking everyone. Even Michael.
