I walked into work. It was a hot day in July and wearing a black dress wasn't exactly fun, but as a maid I had to wear it. I worked for an Indian man named Figgins. I hoped that I wouldn't have to keep doing it. I had a plan to get out of it. It wasn't a surefire plan, but if everything worked out, I wouldn't have to clean again. My name is Faith Hudson and I'm going to be the next American Idol.
I was 19 years old and doing whatever I could to pay the bills. The main thing that I was saving up for was a trip to Atlanta because they wouldn't be in Florida. I lived in West Palm Beach, a city of 100, 000 people. The weather was always nice, but it wasn't great for people who didn't have a lot of money. I wasn't sure why I had decided not to go to college. I supposed I thought I would have made not long after graduation. That was two years ago, so things hadn't exactly worked out. I got my paycheck and found that it was enough for the trip to Atlanta and the hotel. I didn't have anyone to go with me.
The first thing that I found out was that those auditions on TV were not the first auditions. The first auditions were at the Phillips Arena where the Hawks played. If I got past that stage, I would be able to see the judges.
I had to sit in the arena for hours. It was definitely boring. I took my headphones out and noticed the guy next to me was wanting to talk.
"Hey, I'm Sam. What's your name?" He asked.
"Faith." I replied.
"Where do you come from?" He questioned. "I'm from Nashville."
"West Palm Beach." I answered. I wasn't sure why he was talking to me.
"So do you know what you're going to sing?" He continued.
"Yes." I replied. "Not to be rude, but why are you talking to me?"
"I don't really have anyone else to talk to and it doesn't look you do either." He explained. "Who knows how much longer we'll be here."
"Well I brought some music with me." I stated as I put my headphones back in. I focused on filling out the form that they had given me. Under influences I put Avril Lavigne, Michelle Branch and The Runaways. Kelly Clarkson actually was one of my influences because I loved her Breakaway, but I thought that putting that might get them to throw it out. It was pretty much a given that I was influenced by her because everyone there was influenced by her or they wouldn't be there.
I finally got my chance to go up after eight hours. I had to wake up at 5:00 in the morning and none of it even mattered. I couldn't help but wonder if they just did it to be dicks, but it was annoying. I was with a group of three other people that did not include Sam. I was the last in the line to sing. I basically only got to sing the chorus.
What am I supposed to do when the beat part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked that you're okay
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces
"Number four, you're in. The rest of you, I'm sorry." The man told me. They handed me a ticket and told me to go back stage. I didn't want to brag to the people whose dreams had just been crushed. I ended up seeing a few people in costume. I couldn't help but wonder if they thought that they were actually good or just wanted to look like idiots on TV.
"So say makes you stand out from all of the girls here?" The producer asked me.
"I would say that it would be my dad being killed in Iraq shortly after I was born. He was a Gulf War hero and then went back where he was killed." I answered.
"Come to the Martin Luther King Center in two months for your next audition." They told me.
It meant that I would have to save up for another flight. Still, I could take a few more months of work.
Two months later, I headed to the MLK Center where they were many fewer people: about 200. The costumed people were there.
"Hey, it's you. I see you made it." Sam told me.
"So did you." I confirmed. I noticed that he was number 3. I was 196. It could have been that they really liked me because I knew that they usually showed some of the best people last. Still, it meant I would have to wait awhile.
Sam was the first person to come out with a golden ticket. I was happy for him.
Near the end of the second day, I looked at the girl next to me. She had long blonde hair and was really pretty.
"So what's your name?" I asked.
"Quinn." She replied. "I hope that they haven't given away all of the golden tickets."
"I doubt they have." I declared. "Did you come here with anyone?"
"Just my older sister: my parents don't really support this. They just want me to marry a rich man." She explained.
"Quinn Fabray." The host Jesse St. James called. Quinn stood up.
"Well good luck." She told me. A few minutes later she came out with the yellow piece of paper in her hands. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm going to Hollywood mom and dad. I told I could do it!"
So that meant that I was the last contestant. I had a good idea that I would be going to Hollywood, but I didn't want to mess up because I was overconfident. I walked into the room where there were three judges: Will Schuester, the cool one, Emma Pillsbury, the nice one, and Sue Sylvester, the mean one.
"What's your name, Sweetie?" Emma asked me.
"Faith Hudson." I answered.
"And how old are you?" She questioned.
"I just turned 20." I replied.
"What are you gonna sing?" Will responded.
"I was gonna sing 'All You Wanted' by Michelle Branch." I stated. They didn't say anything else and I just decided to sing.
I wanted to be like you, I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you but I got swept away
I didn't know that it was so cold and you needed someone to show the way
So I took your hand and we figured out that when the tides come I'll take you away
If you want to, I could save you
I could take you away from here
So lonely inside, so busy out there
And all you was somebody who cared
"Sue, what do you think?" Will asked.
"You've got some pipes on you, Kid." Sue stated. "It's a yes for me."
"Yes for me too." Emma replied.
"That's three yeses." Will stated. "You're going to Hollywood!"
So Faith made it to Hollywood like you knew she would and she met Quinn and Sam. Will she be able to achieve her dream? Please don't forget to review.