Lily's POV
Take a deep breath. The music begins and so do the solos, bouncing round the room, everyone buzzing with excitement. Me? I'm scared as hell. I have this vision of falling flat on my face live, or breaking the wheelchair or... something!? I just don't want my legacy to be that. Yet I can't put it out of my head and it stays in my mind, like an ember in the flame. Michael's the first to sing, his smooth voice breezing around the room. He's followed by Shanna, who shows off in her chair. Blake then begins, his voice more forceful than Michael's, but equally as effective. Charlie then takes centre stage, rolling around with ease. Then it's my moment, I can't screw this up...
Blake's POV
I zone out for a split second and glance at Lily. She's a white as a sheet, completely petrified. We continue with the routine and I pray that she'll deliver. I just think she's misunderstood. She means well, but her reflection is negative and drags her down. I can see it in her eyes. She's battling with the consequences of her mistakes, longing to be accepted and have a home. Well, I'm not going to let this pass me by, I'm gonna be the bigger man. I'm going to try.
Aylin's POV
After Lily, it's my turn. I spent ages fiddling with the lyrics to make it work, trying different arrangements. In the end, I settled for what I performed, exactly what was expected. I could have done better- I know that- but I just can't believe in myself that much.
Nellie's next. As usual she's awkward and holds herself back. This behaviour is mirrored in a similar way to Callie's, someone who could have been better but just didn't cut it. And she knows it. The pain and despair on her face is heartbreaking, so I look away. I'm just not brave enough to see it.