IAmerican Idol
Bold is thought, italics are lyrics, and normal print is normal.
An 18 year old Sam brushed back her long blonde hair and stared into the crowd. Her heart beat was erratic and she grabbed the microphone. She closed her eyes as she heard the beat begin. She began to sing:
I, I who have nothing – This is true, I don't have money, an actual house, or a good job
I, I who have no one - My dad died when I was 6, Melanie is halfway across the globe, and my mom is in jail, for good this time. I never see you or her anymore and Spencer isn't around like he used to be.
Adore you and want you so – I wish you were mine, way more than you would ever know
I'm just a no one, with nothing to give you but oh
I love you – I love you.
You, you buy her diamonds – I remember when you and Carly first started dating, you were showering her with gifts
Bright, sparkling diamonds – You probably still do
But believe me, dear, when I say
That she can give you the world – She is starting her career as an actress and she is probably better for you than me
But she'll never love you the way
I love you – But she doesn't love you like I do, damnit!
You can take her any place she wants – You treat her like a princess
To fancy clubs and restaurants - Take her everywhere she wants to go
But I can only watch you with – And yeah, I used to watch you
My nose pressed up against the window pane – That was the closest I could have gotten
I, I who have nothing – we went through this before
I, I who have no one – And this
Must watch you, go dancing by – But there was that time I saw you two at the Groovy Smoothie
Wrapped in the arms of somebody else – Dancing like there was no tomorrow
When darling it is I – And that broke my heart because
Who loves you – I love you, Freddie.
By the end of this, there were tears in her eyes as the crowd roared and cheered. Sam turned to the judges as she rubbed away her tears. The feedback was relatively positive and they praised her for, 'vulnerability and honesty.' They were so right. Sam walked toward center stage where Ryan Seacrest himself stood.
Ryan said, "Wow, that was really emotional for you, wasn't it! Sounds like someone at home is in trouble, eh?"
Sam said dryly yet wistfully, "Just some nub I thought I knew."
Ryan continued, "Sorry to hear that. But if you want to vote for our youngest contestant Sam Puckett her number is…" but Sam plastered a fake smile and hoped that the audience voted for her.
MEANWHILE,
Freddie sunk into his couch, tired from a long day of college at Stanford. He and Carly had been dating almost a year now, although everything felt forced now. They had been rather distant lately and she was always fighting with him. Had their relationship run its course? In the hopes of calming down, he flipped through the channels and landed on one with a very pretty blonde girl singing. He noticed that she was 1) familiar-looking and 2) she was crying.
She was singing a Shirley Bassey song that used to be one of his favorites. Back before he started Carly, he would hum this tune whenever she got a boyfriend. Later, after dating Carly, he heard Sam sing it once or twice, but he never thought anything of it.
Then Ryan Seacrest announced, "And that was Sam Puckett, folks, singing Shirley Bassey! Judges, what do you have to say. Randy?" Freddie didn't listen to the rest because he was too deep in shock. That was Sam? Since when could she sing? When did she get on American Idol? And why was she crying? They hadn't spoken since the end of senior year when he and Carly announced that they were both going to Stanford together.
His attention jerked back to the TV when he heard Sam say in a wistful, yet dry tone, "Just some nub I thought I knew." Before Freddie could reflect more, he heard his girlfriend, Carly, stumble through the door. He could recognize the click-clack of her signature heels. At this time, Freddie was usually at his after-school job, but, he had off today since his manager's wife was going into labor.
Freddie was about to stand and greet her until he heard mumbling and moaning. He listened closely from his side of the room as a feminine voice said, "Are you sure Freddie's not here?"
A lower voice, presumably a man's cooed, "You ask me that every time. Of course he's not here. He has work or something." Freddie recognized the voice as his roommate, Roger. Freddie thought, That jerk!
Carly purred, "Can you believe it's been like 3 months since we started, um, this?" Freddie expected himself to be angry and heartbroken and hurt, but oddly enough, he just realized that all the signs had been there. They had been distant lately and she was suddenly rarely available. All those phone calls with her voice heavy were not from the gym as she had said, but from messing around with Roger.
Roger replied, "Yeah, but we still haven't gone all the way yet, you know, because of Freddie."
There was a silence and then Carly answered, "I think I want to."
Freddie couldn't take it anymore as he stood up and calmly walked to the other side of the room. Carly's eyes grew wide and she gasped.
"F-F-Freddie," she stammered. "Uh, hey, this isn't what it-" but Freddie put up a hand.
"Pack your shit from my room." Freddie interrupted.
Carly whimpered, "Why?"
Freddie looked at her and replied, "Because we're done. For good. Look, we're just not connecting anymore and it's cool, trust me. I think a break-up is good. We've just fallen out of love. And you've moved on."
Carly pleaded, "But,"
Freddie smiled, "Bye, Carly. Bye, Roger." And without another word, Freddie left his dorm and walked and walked until he was off-campus. He reached the nearest train station and when he was asked where he wanted to go, he replied, "I need to see someone I haven't seen in a long time."
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