We had planned to move on Thursday, the day after the talent show. That's what you call going out with a bang, right? I went to my parents house to tell them that I am moving but they slammed the door in my face and said they don't care. Jazzie came out though after and hugged me. It turns out her and her friends are doing a dance to Single Ladies by Beyonce for the show. It is on, Sis!

It was Wednesday night and the day of the show. I was currently backstage hugging my guitar close to my chest like it was my life. I sneakily stuck my head a round the curtain to take a look at the crowd. The place was full! Fucking full! I noticed a few familiar faces like Clayton, Chris (Carl was doing a rap for the show), Dan, Tom, Harry were all there, apparently they wanted to cheer me on, AKA take the piss and I noticed Mom and Dad were there too. They probably wanted to see Jazzie perform, not knowing that I was performing too.

Jazzie walked up to me.

"Nervous?" She asked pointing to my arms around my guitar.

"Just a bit." I said quietly.

"You'll be fine, I'm sure of it." She patted my shoulder.

I smiled at her.

"Hello, and welcome to London City High School talent show. For our first performer, Carl Stanley." Carl walked past me and onto the stage shoving my shoulder as he went. There were cheers coming from everywhere and he started rapping.

"Cool, he's doing Written In The Stars." Jazzie said quietly.

"What?" I asked. I don't know much about rap.

"Tinie Tempah." She said.

"Oh."

Once Carl had finish I saw people standing up and clapping.

He's going to win for sure.

Oh, Shut up, Dougie, it's the taking part that counts!

Yeah, but it would be cool to win.

Why would anyone vote for you, everyone hates you!

Guess your right.

I was taken out of my thoughts by Miss Smith calling on the next performer.

"Well Done, Carl. For our next performers, a dance group, with Jazzie Poynter, Jane Phelps and Samantha Way!"

Jazzie did a high pitch excited squeal.

"Wish me luck." She said and ran onto the stage, he friends following close behind.

"Good luck." I mumbled.

Jazzie was actually pretty good, I can't believe all these years of me hating her I never noticed that she was a talented performer. People cheered and clapped as she walked off stage, giggling with her friends as she went.

"Sis, you were amazing!" I said running up to her.

"Thanks!" She said giggling.

The next few performances went by quickly, 2 guys did a song to something about trumpets by some people called Rizzle Kicks. I swear names are getting weirder. A year 8 girl did some ballet and another girl, obviously a Avril Lavigne wannabe did a song.

I was started to get bored when Miss Smith called the next performer.

"And for our final performer, Dougie Poynter performing an original song!"

I gulped.

I stood glued to the spot when Jazzie ran over.

"Dude, Get on!"

"I can't." I squeaked.

"Yes, you can!" She said and pushed me through the curtains.

I shuffled to the front of the stage, towards the mic.

Here we go, Dougs. Time to go out with a bang!

But, there are so many people.

Fucking say something! You look like a Dumbass!

"H-Hello, I'm Dougie, and I'll be performing a song I wrote. It's called Not Alone."

I started performing. I have to admit it was scary at first but I loved everything second of it.

"Life is getting harder day by dayAnd I don't know what to do, what to sayAnd my mind is growing weak every step I takeIt's uncontrollable. Now they think I'm fake, yeahCoz I'm not alone, no, no, noBut I'm not alone, no, no, noI'm not alone,And I, I get on the train on my ownAnd my tired radio keeps playing tired songsAnd I know that there's not long to goOh, and all I wanna do Is just go homeyeah, yeahCoz I'm not alone, no, no, noBut I'm not alone, no, no, noI'm not alone,People rip me for the clothes I wearEvery day just seems to be the sameThey just swearThey just don't care [x3]Coz I'm not alone, no, no, noBut I'm not alone, no, no, noNa na na na'sCoz I'm not alone, no, no, noLa la la la, yeah, yeah. I'm not alone."

Once I finished, it felt like slow motion, people were jumping out of their seats, cheering and clapping. I could hear Dan, Tom and Harry most though. I laughed slightly and walked off stage.

Jazzie ran over.

"Dougie, You were amazing! And that song, just Wow!"

I laughed and hugged her.

"Ok, We have our 3 finalists, could Jazzie and her Dance group please come to the stage." Jazzie did another high pitched squeal and ran onto the stage, followed by her friends.

Go, Sis! It's ok, Dougie, 2 more finalists are left. You could be one. Or not.

"Our 2nd finalist of the night, Carl Stanley!"

Carl ran onto the stage, giving my shoulder another shove as he went past.

Him? The bloody rapper? People actually like that crap?

"And our 3rd finalist, Dougie Poynter!"

I gasped. I was good. People liked me. I can write, sing AND play!

I walked onto the stage and stood next to Jazzie, in the crowd I spotted Tom, Harry and Danny jumping up and down. I smiled.

"The winner of this years school talent show is-" She made a dramatic pause. I bloody hate those. Get on with it woman! "-Dougie Poynter!"

I stood frozen on the spot, everything become slow motion again, I felt Jazzie jump on me. I turned to the side and saw Carl giving me a glare. I won, I actually won something. I'm not a loser.

I walked over to Miss Smith who was holding a plastic, crappy trophy, but Hey, I'm not complaining.

"Our Winner, Dougie!" She said and passed it me. I laughed.

Backstage I had pats on the back from everyone, even people who used to shove me in the corridors and spat on my shoes as I walked passed.

Jazzie ran over.

"Congratulations, Dougie!" She said excitedly.

"Thank you, sis!" I said laughing.

"now that's what you call going out with a bang!" I heard someone say behind me. I turned around. Danny, Tom and Harry were standing behind me grinning.

I laughed.

"Mom! Dad!" I heard Jazzie say. I turned around to see Mom and Dad hugging Jazzie. I had tears in my eyes. Why? You leaving them, they didn't want you! Get over yourself, ya wimp!

Mom walked over to me. I took a step back.

She sighed. "I just wanted to say, Con-"

"Mary, We are leaving." I heard Dad shout.

She looked at me apologetically.

"Go on, your family needs you." I spat.

She walked away.

I looked down and felt an arm go around my shoulders. I looked up, Dan was smiling down at me.

"And our family needs us."

I smiled back and nodded.