"I tried Lucy, but honestly it was as if his ass was glued to the chair."
Shaking her head, Lucy replies, "Damn, that boy has some fine talent. Every minute is making it harder. I bet he just wants to run home and curl up in his bed."
I look past Lucy and see Zayn, walking onto the stage. My smile is huge as I cheer and clap with everyone else, while Zayn is taking his place. Simon is walking with him and as he leaves Zayn he shakes his hand and pats him on the back. In a way, Zayn is braver than anyone else here. He overcame his fear. That's braver than not having one.
"Okay folks, now that everyone is present, I believe you need to shake up this dance floor and convince us," Simon motions to the judges, "that you can dance!"
Glancing at Zayn, I can see the word 'FEAR' written across his face.
"FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT." Each group dances until finally Zayn's group is up. As the music starts, the concentration on his face is evident. He wasn't even that bad, I would say he was really good. He was in time, and did each move properly. When he was finished, the cheer was the loudest. You could tell what everyone was thinking, "Zayn Malik is no quitter."