Adam Lambert. Somehow, I knew that name. Ryan kept saying it, over and over, talking about how good Adam sounded when he sang. Adam. Where did I know his name? If I could just see his face it might bring back memories...if there were any. No, there had to be some. I had to have known this man from somewhere...or I wouldn't feel a tugging at my chest, right? But where did I know him from? Maybe I knew him from...no. They told me about everything already. I know I couldn't have known him from before my accident. I just couldn't have. If I did...that would mean my parents had lied to me. "Contestant Number 1313, you're next!" Ryan shouted over the crowd over contestants. I took a deep breath and walked over to the doors, where Ryan stood. "Adam is still in there, give him just a minute. How are you feeling? What's your name?"
I looked up at Ryan with my sharp blue and gray eyes. His eyes spoke that he really did want to know, he was truly curious.
"Uhm...to be truthful, Ryan, I think this is the most nervous I have ever been in my life. I'm Kylee Urban, by the way." I smiled with my white teeth, and the question I dreaded came next.
"We heard rumors that you had an accident when you were thirteen. Would you care to explain that to us?" He looked sincere, like he wanted an answer again, but also worried he was hurting me by asking this.
"Uhm...well, I was walking home from school one day and a couple of kids decided to pick on me because I'm different and a freak. Uhm. Let's say they hurt me pretty bad, and left me laying in the road with no help. The had hit my head against the sidewalk several times, causing memory damage. Someone was nice enough to pull over and get me to the doctor. I woke up from a coma about a month after the accident, and I didn't remember almost anything. The only thing I could remember was everything about music. Piano, singing, and guitar were all I knew for a long time, about a year." I choked back a few tears that were threatening to fall. "If I didn't have music in my life during that time, the doctors say my body might hace given up."
"Wow, Kylee, that is such a touching story." Ryan put a gentle hand on my shoulder, and smiled reassuringly at me. My attention was caught by a door closing.
He had midnight black hair. Light gray eyes like smoke. He was so tall, he towered well over a foot of me. He wore mostly black and gray, and had black eye liner around those smokey gray eyes, giving him a mysterious look. Something tugged at my heart again, and he looked down into my eyes. I knew him. I knew I did! I just...where did I know this stranger from?

ADAM POV
This was Kylee. My best friend from so long ago...didn't she remember me? Why wouldn't she run to me? Tears stung at my eyes as I remembered.
Oh. That's right. She doesn't remember me, because her family never told her about me. They wanted her to forget about me. Wanted her to grow up "normal."
The woman before me was far from normal. Her black hair cascaded down her back in gentle spirals. Her gray and blue eyes flashed bright in the lights, the brightest of the stars in all of heaven. Her skin was a milky white, it clashed with the darkness of her hair. She was so short, and so slim, as she always was. She was dressed in black skinny jeans, a black vest over a dark gray shirt and tall, red boots. Leave it to her to still have those boots. Her eyes were circled in black eye liner, and had sparkles on the lids. I was snapped out of my trance by Ryan.
"Well, Adam? What's the verdict?" He asked.
"I'm going to Hollywood!" I exclaimed, and smiled brightly. He smiled, too, giving me a high five. Kylee walked into the room, and my eyes followed her.

Kylee POV
I walked into the judging room slowly, smiling at each of the judges. "Yo dawg!" Randy shouted, and I smiled at him again. "Hey, everybody!" I waved and stood in my spot. All of the judges smiled at me, even Simon, who surprised me.
"You're Kylee, wow, your story is so amazing! You are one tough girl, aren't you?" Paula smiled at me, eyes showing she was intersested.
"Music brought me back, I don't think it was my body. I think I had to stay alive to do music. It's my purpose." I smiled, and all of the judges liked this answer.
"And what will you singing for us today, darling?" Simon asked, trying not to sound interested.
"I will be singing 'My Immortal' by Evanesence. Does that sound good?" I stated and asked.
"Sounds great! Start whenever you want!" Kara smiled at me.
I took a deep breath, getting the sounds of the music in my head so I could sing along. One...no turning back...two...getting there...three...start.
"When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me." I was shocked that they let me sing that much, and they seemed shocked that they had to stop me. I was shocked, too.
That was the first time in a long time I'd hit all of the notes perfectly, my voice didn't even crack. It didn't shake either.
"Yo, yo, Kylee, dawg. You are the bomb! You hit all of those notes! That was impressive, dawg, impressive!" Randy clapped along with Paula, who was standing and smiling.
"Kylee, what I like about you is you feel the music, you don't belt out the notes and try to sing, you sing from the heart. I really enjoyed your voice, it was beautiful!" Kara was smiling, too, and it made me smile even more getting this good feedback.
"Kylee, I don't even know what to say! Brava!" Paula smiled at me, and I giggled softly looking over to Simon.
"I think we have our next American Idol." Simon stated. Oh. My. GOD. He likes me!
"Well, I think it's safe to say you have four yeses! Congratulations, you're going to Hollywood!" Kara and Paula both said. "Thank you, so much!" I grabbed my ticket and ran into the hall, I could no loner keep my tears back, I was smiling and crying so hard! Ryan was hugging me because he, too, wanted me to get through. Even through all my tears, I saw a dark figure in a corner, eying us slowly.