AUTHOR'S NOTE: A new tale from me. I wanted to wrap up Sarah vs Redemption and maybe All Roads Lead Back Home (look out for an update to both when I settle in this), but this is a tribute story, so I prioritized it for myself. I was always a closet One Direction fan and when the news of Liam Payne's tragic death broke (he was my favorite in the band), I almost immediately got the idea for this. The title, as well as the premise for most of the story (but with many fictional liberties and canon characteristics), is my tribute to Liam & 1D. I met him a few times during the live shows because one of my childhood best friend's relatives was a contestant the same year as Liam & 1D. Liam was a sweet and sincere boy and will be missed by many.
SUMMARY: The Stage is Yours invites its global audience to witness the dreams and despair of aspiring pop stars. Chuck Bartowski joins a diverse group of contestants, each fighting their fears and ambitions in the quest for stardom. With the talented Sarah Walker as a guest judge, the auditions begin. Which acts will win the hearts of viewers and propel themselves to global fame?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Chuck nor much of anything else besides the most adorable Westiepoo who I love more than anything. Any lyrics beyond the name of songs contained within the story are original creations and they DO NOT copy a previously published work. For already released songs that contestants might sing while on the talent show, I will write the entire performance without the lyrics of those records. This tale may contain mature moments. If or when they arrive, I will either compose standalone pieces that accompany the story or change the rating accordingly.
Story of Their Life
Chapter One: The Curtain Rises
July 1, 2024
Starview Arena (fictional indoor arena, capacity 10,000)
London
United Kingdom
The spotlight flared to life, cutting through the dim arena to illuminate a towering metal stage at the front and centre of the venue. The stage, a glistening lattice of steel and glass, gleamed under the intense light, its edges framed with screens that pulsed faintly in sync with the heartbeat of the crowd. High above, banners and colored lights hung from the rafters, creating a dazzling canopy of movement and light that rippled with the crowd's energy, which soared as soon as the spotlight flickered to life.
It was just after noon, yet the arena buzzed as if it were midnight, every seat packed and every tier filled with people vibrating with anticipation. Waves of murmured excitement spread through the crowd and a blend of shouts and laughter was heard as fans waved signs and clutched merchandise, eyes glued to the stage. When the host appeared, striding forward with electric confidence, his energy seemed to surge through the space, charging the air. The crowd erupted, their cheers swelling into a roar that bounced off the high walls, amplifying and echoing, filling every corner with sound and thrill.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" the host's voice boomed, stirring an even louder response. "Welcome to Season 4 of The Stage is Yours!" the crowd's anticipation was almost touchable now, the thousands gathered screaming their excitement as loud as they could be, their faces gleaming with expectation. "Today, we start the journey of a lifetime for the fourth time! From local auditions across the United Kingdom, Germany, and the United States, to the global stage when all contestants come together during the later phases of the show! You'll witness dreams unfold, voices soar, hearts shattering for the unfortunate, and stars being born!"
The cameras zoomed in as the host gestured with grandeur toward the judges' table, where five high-backed chairs gleamed under the stage lights, facing toward the audience. "And now, let's bring out our esteemed judges, who will guide our hopefuls through the most intense season yet! First, the mastermind behind The Stage is Yours, a charming Brit, adored by millions! The legend himself… Roan Montgomery!"
Roan stepped out to thunderous applause, his presence commanding the arena. Dressed in a sleek, velvet-tailored suit with smart matching black shoes and a pink shirt that emphasized his sharp style, he nodded to the crowd with his signature suave smile, each movement measured and magnetic. With a final glance across the audience, he made his way to the centre of the panel, settling into his seat with effortless confidence.
"Next, co-owner and industry powerhouse, bringing the American with dignity to your global favorite show, the formidable… Diane Beckman!"
Beckman entered the spotlight with a composed grace, her blouse and skirt tailored to perfection, adding to her poised demeanor. She walked along the stage with a dignified smile, acknowledging the crowd's warm applause with a single, slender wave. Her presence exuded authority as she walked down the stage steps to take her seat beside Roan.
"Utterly enchanting as always, Diane," Roan drawled, executing a sweeping bow with a flourish, his hand extended theatrically as if he were on stage himself.
The host appeared on the mic again. "Now, give it up for our award-winning international judge proudly representing Europe, from France, the stylish yet ever friendly and adorable… Hannah Dubois!"
Hannah stepped out, her long, dark hair cascading in soft waves that framed her face and draped gently over the straps of her stunning navy blue dress. Her signature red lips curved into a playful smile as she blew a loving kiss to the crowd, her bright green eyes sparkling with warmth and charm. With a graceful stride, she made her way to the end of the panel, taking her seat with a friendly wave to the audience that only deepened their cheers for their favourite international star.
"From New York, the woman who takes no nonsense and has won over the hearts and minds of millions, returning for her third season, with a passion for musical talent and gritty personalities… Zondra Rizzo!"
Zondra strutted onto the stage with a fierce, determined energy, dressed in a sleek leather jacket and dark jeans, mirroring her bold attitude. She shot a quick thumbs-up to the crowd, her confident smirk igniting a fresh wave of cheers as she made her way to her seat with purposeful strides, exuding a contagious, fearless vibe that rippled through the arena. The arrival and commanding presence of the favorite mentor/judge of many empowered most of the women within the packed venue.
"And last but certainly not least, our special guest judge for the auditions, the beautiful American blonde bombshell with millions of admirers worldwide and over fourteen million records sold… the amazing Sarah Walker!"
The spotlight caught the gleaming gold details of Sarah's dress as she stepped out onto the stage floor, every inch of her the gorgeous seasoned star. Her heels clicked softly on the polished tiles as she moved towards her seat, lending an air of quiet authority to her stride. Dressed in a fitted emerald dress that skimmed her figure elegantly, she radiated a classic beauty that contrasted with the edgier look of Zondra. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves, with a faint shine of gloss, and her makeup perfectly applied—soft bronzed eyeshadow highlighting her blue eyes, a touch of highlighter catching the arena lights, and a subtle rose tint to her lips.
As the volume rose another octave within the arena, Sarah's smile was warm, responding to the reception from the 10,000-strong British crowd as most of the arena coordinated a symphony of passionate wolf whistles, the venue mesmerized by her exceptional beauty.
When Sarah took her seat beside Hannah, Zondra leaned forward, glancing at her with a subtle smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "Must be nice, Walker," she murmured, her voice threaded with enough sarcasm to cut through the lingering whistles aimed toward Sarah in the arena. "Dressing to let the crowd fall for a pretty face to keep your fame going. I guess that makes you an aging beauty, being 24 and a half already."
Hannah and Beckman exchanged uneasy glances, their posture tightening, shifting slightly in their seats at Zondra's jab. But Roan Montgomery fought back an amused smirk, knowing the warring ex-CATS would be phenomenal for the show's ratings.
However, Sarah's expression didn't waver. She nestled in her chair; the spotlight catching the subtle gleam in her eye. Without acknowledging Zondra's comment, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, keeping her gaze on the audience ahead of her with a serene, focused smile. Her silence was pointed—she wouldn't give Zondra the satisfaction of a response.
The crowd, oblivious to the tension between the two stars and ex-bandmates, resumed their cheering, and Sarah basked in their energy, letting it drown out Zondra's words.
With all five judges in place, the host leaned forward with a grin. "Now that's a lineup! Let's get started by checking in with Roan for any updates on this season's format!"
Roan tilted his head slightly, a flicker of exasperation crossing his face as he let out a long-suffering sigh. "Oh, must I?" he murmured, his voice heavy with reluctance, each word carefully measured.
The crowd rippled with laughter, half certain he was serious, the other half sensing a hint of dry performance as the ultimate showman beneath his complaint.
Roan's gaze drifted slowly across the arena packed with his show's devoted fans, lingering momentarily, as though weighing the crowd's reaction, his expression unreadable yet captivating. "The rules remain the same. We've perfected the formula, so why mess with success? The ratings speak for themselves—hundreds of millions worldwide tune in every season, eclipsing our rivals," Roan declared with a confident smirk. "But for those new here, I'll cover the rules again. Though, honestly," he added, feigning exasperation with a shake of his head, "I have to ask—where the hell have you been until now?!"
Another wave of laughter swept through the arena; Roan already had the audience on tenterhooks. His unique blend of dry wit and eccentric charm was a major force behind the show's immense popularity and sky-high ratings worldwide.
"As always, we will hold local auditions across all three regions. In Europe, applicants should head to Germany, with auditions in Cologne, Munich, Frankfurt, or Berlin. For the Americas, locations include Los Angeles, Miami, Nashville, and New York. And in the United Kingdom, auditions will take place in Birmingham, Glasgow, Liverpool, and, last but almost certainly least… London!"
The auditorium erupted into cheers at their city's mention, while Sarah and Hannah exchanged a glance, sharing a quiet giggle over the theatrical flair of the ultimate showman, Roan Montgomery.
"During local auditions, contestants will take the stage following a voiceover introduction that plays overhead," Roan explained, his hand hovering over a green buzzer. "If they impress," he continued, "judges will press this button, and their chairs will rotate to face the contestant. A simple majority vote advances the contestant to the next stage, while failing to obtain a majority means their journey ends before it begins."
The noise in the packed arena had faded to a hush, so muted that you could hear a pin drop as everyone listened attentively to the show's instructions.
"If the contestant is woeful, I'll hit this red button to make it clear how shocking they are," Roan declared, shifting his hand to the object in front of him. "Their performance will come to an immediate halt, and if they resist, Big Mike will escort them off the stage! But remember, only I, as the head of the table, possess that authority. The other judges have just two buttons each."
Laughter surged through the audience again.
Beckman shot Roan a glare. "I regret ever giving you sole control of that damn button!"
Her complaints only fueled the audience's amusement, and the show hadn't even started in earnest.
Roan stifled a smirk, pleased by his closest confidant's complaint. Together, they held a significant stake in the music industry across the United Kingdom and the United States and were rapidly expanding into Europe. "The third and final button on my chair is the golden ticket. Each judge has a golden button on their chair, and if pressed, their chair will light up in gold with the message 'YOU'RE IT!' displayed below. However, a single judge pressing this button holds no weight; a simple majority is required for it to have any real significance. If a majority buzz in with their golden buttons, the contestant will automatically advance to phase three, global auditions, bypassing the second phase of the competition: the national auditions."
The arena remained silent, listening to familiar rules, but they understood the need to state them for the newcomers.
"In stage two of The Stage is Yours, all contestants who received a majority of green buzzes but no golden buzzes will perform a second audition to a panel of judges. Unlike the first round, only green buzzers are in play. Those who receive a majority of green buzzes will move on to the third phase, while the rest will leave with nothing."
Roan paused, ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them, then released an exaggerated, drawn-out sigh. "Who on earth thought it was a grand idea to have me explain this exhausting tirade of rules without a martini in hand?!"
The venue shattered its silence, bursting into intense laughter at Roan's remarks.
Roan soaked in the moment, enjoying the crowd's reaction. "But enough with the rules! We aren't there yet and I'm tired of explaining this already, so tune in during the global auditions stage to learn about the structure of the rest of the show!"
The crowd erupted in overly-exuberant cheers.
"Let's get this show on the road!" Zondra shouted, eager for the day to begin.
Raising the mic again, the host, rooted center stage, bellowed, "And now, give it up for the first contestant on The Stage is Yours!"
With the host exiting the stage, the crowd's cheers reached a new peak as the arena plunged into darkness again.
Soon after, the voice-over introduction of the first contestant appeared on the overhead sound system.
Hi, I'm Jenny Thompson! I'm 24 and music has been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember. I've always found joy in singing, whether belting out tunes in the shower or putting on mini concerts for my friends. I love to express myself through music and believe it brings people together. I'm here to share my love of singing and show everyone my unique style. I can't wait to take the stage and connect with the audience! I'll be singing 'Like a Prayer' by Madonna.
As the sound overhead cut out, Zondra glanced at her fellow judges, her mind mulling over the contestant's introduction. "She sounded shaky."
"It's going to be a long day…" Roan sighed, rubbing his temple as he braced himself for what he suspected would be a dreadful first audition.
Jenny stepped onto the stage, the arena spotlight flickering back to life, illuminating her with a brilliant glow and following her to centre stage. She took a deep breath, composing herself under the intense gaze of the audience, who awaited the show to unfold.
The judges remained turned away, eyes scanning the audience for hints about the contestant's demeanor, personality, and appearance. However, the crowd sat silent, a telling sign the performer was likely bland.
A second later, Jenny, clutching the microphone like a lifeline, gave the motion for the music to begin.
The sound system within the venue kicked back to action, the song's introduction playing overhead.
Seconds later, she started to sing, but within moments, it was clear something was amiss. Her voice was a cacophony of notes that clashed and wavered, a struggle to hit even the simplest melodies. She produced a series of flat, discordant sounds that sent ripples of discomfort through the audience.
Roan leaned back in his chair, eyes wide, a mixture of disbelief and irritation across his face. He exchanged glances with Sarah, who raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to stifle a laugh or wince. Zondra crossed her arms, her expression a mix of scepticism and annoyance.
"Is this a talent show or a horror movie?" Roan muttered under his breath, shaking his head, increasingly frustrated by the second, for Roan only wanted the most talented on his show, priding himself on having the best talent on display—another major part of why the ratings were astronomical.
It was clear Roan's initial suspicion was accurate; Jenny was dreadful. The audience exchanged puzzled glances; the judges grimacing and squirming in their seats from what they'd already heard as they braced for the inevitable with the chorus approaching.
When the chorus arrived, Jenny started singing it, missing the timing by a second. As she attempted a high note, her voice cracked in the middle, resulting in a shriek that echoed through the venue. The audience winced collectively.
"Is she auditioning for a choir or a catfight?" Zondra quipped, her lips pursed, trying to maintain her composure.
"C'est terrible," (It's terrible) Hannah complained, shaking her head.
Sarah cast a glance at the French star next to her, trying her hardest to hold in a laugh at the woeful performance occurring behind them.
Beckman crossed her arms, a tang of annoyance flashing over her features—this was not the talent she and her longtime flame were looking to make into a global superstar.
As Jenny tried in vain to hit the high of the chorus, the judges joined most of the audience in front of them in hiding their faces. The panelists couldn't see the act—to their relief—but the pain in their trained musical ears towards someone butchering a classic was more than enough torture for all five of them.
A moment later, Roan's patience wore thin. He removed his hands from his face, glancing at the termination buzzer on the table, his finger hovering over it. "Enough!" he barked, cutting through the noise of Jenny's voice. "We're not here to cause anyone permanent hearing damage!"
With a swift motion, he slammed his hand down on the buzzer. The loud, obnoxious sound of the buzzer instantly rang through the arena. Red lights flashed around the stage, signalling the end of the audition. The audience erupted in laughter, relieved that the suffering had ended. They didn't have trained musical ears like the experts seated just in front of center stage, but they still found it just as brutal.
Jenny froze mid-note, eyes wide with shock. "What?! No, wait! I—"
But the audience's chuckles and murmurs of total disbelief drowned her pleas out.
Because of the buzzer press, Roan's chair mechanically turned towards the stage, for he must offer a reason for ending the performance—the worst part of possessing the button for him.
Zondra smirked, revealing her face to shoot a glance at Roan, and then the other women on the panel. "I'm thankful he has that button for brutal train wrecks like the one we just witnessed on stage!"
Beckman gave a prompt nod, visibly unsettled in her seat after witnessing the destruction of a beloved song by one of her favorite artists.
Even Sarah couldn't help but stifle an additional chuckle at the wit of her nemesis.
Hannah gave a simple, "Oui," her tone dry and unamused.
Roan leaned forward, shaking his head in disbelief, drawing a lengthy sigh of exasperation. "Thank you, Jenny, for that… unique interpretation! You have a bright future ahead—somewhere far away from here!"
The audience erupted in a wave of intense laughter, hearing every word Roan had said to the eliminated auditionee via his microphone, the crowd in complete agreement with the show owner.
Jenny, humiliated and deflated, exited the stage, her hopes and dreams dashed as chuckles continued to spread through the venue.
Roan hit the red button again, resetting his position to turn back to face the audience.
The judges exchanged knowing looks, but at least Jenny gave it her best shot.
As the stage reset with the lights blackening out for the next audition, Roan shook his head. "Well, that was certainly an earful. Let's hope our next contestant can at least carry a tune… preferably not a screeching one."
The panel and the audience shared humor for a moment more, then settled in to wait for the next contestant.
X-X-X-X-X-X
A few minutes passed and the next contestant, ready for their audition, appeared with their voice-over on the venue's sound system.
Hey, I'm Jake. I'm 18 and I'm from Enfield. I love music and the thought of becoming a star. I believe I have what it takes. Hopefully, I can impress the audience and judges with my performance of 'I Want It That Way' by the Backstreet Boys.
"Oh god!" Roan bemoaned on live mic as the cameras recorded him, his hand shooting to his forehead in frustration.
Roan's complaints drew brief amusement from the audience, but they settled as the stage lights flickered back to life, the spotlight swiveling to Jake. The young man with a mop of curly hair stepped forward, a hand shoved nervously into the pocket of his cargo shorts. He flashed a wide grin at the audience, though his voice trembled with anxiety. "Hey. I hope everyone is having a great day," he said, a tang of vulnerability in his tone.
The audience perked up a bit, with nods of confirmation from scores of the gathering. They always appreciated a friendly contestant.
As the music began, Jake started with a decent tone, albeit shaky. The first few lines came out with a hint of confidence, and the crowd responded with light applause, hopeful for something better than the previous act.
However, as he continued into the second verse, his pitch wobbled. On arrival at the chorus, he stumbled through it, struggling to hit the high notes, turning what was once a catchy pop anthem into a series of awkward missteps. The audience shifted uncomfortably in their seats, unsure whether to cheer him on or cringe.
Zondra leaned in toward Beckman. "At least he's not screaming," she said, her tone dry. "That's progress, right?"
Beckman merely shook her head, thoroughly unimpressed by the two acts. The music mogul had worked with award-winning artists worldwide, so to have to suffer through auditions like the previous two had her questioning what the hell she was doing here, though she knew things would improve a lot as the show advanced further.
Jake's confidence faltered, and his voice cracked as he attempted a high note, resulting in a squeak that caused a few audience members to snicker.
Roan raised an eyebrow. "London's a washout so far," he complained, unimpressed.
The remaining judges, likewise, mirrored similar concerns.
As Jake finished the song, he struck a pose, as if expecting applause, but the audience replied with awkward silence and a smattering of hesitant clapping.
The five judges' chairs automatically turned to face the unsuccessful candidate.
Roan cleared his throat loudly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Jake, that was… certainly a rendition! You gave it your all, and we admire that. Unfortunately, it was a bit like a car crash—you can't look away or block it out, but you really wish you could!"
The audience burst into laughter, and Jake blushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Yeah, I—I guess I'm just not good at singing in front of people," he stammered, looking at the thousands in front of him. "But I thought I could try."
"Trying is what counts," Hannah said with a friendly smile, but it faded. "But I don't think singing is for you. Sorry."
Sarah and Beckman exchanged a firm glance, their nods purposeful, radiating absolute agreement with the friendly French star.
"Not necessarily," Zondra said with a smirk. "He could try auditioning for a reality show where they don't care about talent," she added, earning chuckles from the audience.
Jake forced a nod, embarrassed but relieved to have gotten a few laughs. As he walked off the stage, Sarah glared at Zondra. "That comment was completely unnecessary."
Zondra struggled to contain her amusement, but Roan shook his head, glancing at his fellow judges. "Two auditions down, and I already need a drink! Let's hope the next one is less... adventurous."
"At least he was kind of cute?" Hannah offered with a playful shrug.
Zondra snapped her glance at both Sarah and Hannah. "Not if Sarah doesn't think so. She has the excessive taste in men, after all."
Sarah let out an irate sigh, realizing today would be a long one with Zondra around—and they had barely just begun.
Roan smirked in reply to the warring ex-CATS latest exchange, finding the production's theatrics blockbuster already. Though he hoped the next act would at least bring a little more talent to match the spectacle.
The judges reset to face the audience, awaiting the next hopeful. Overhead, the next contestant's voice filled the arena.
Hi, I'm Evelyn, I'm 17, and I'm from London.
Her smooth British accent shifted the room's energy, drawing intrigued murmurs from the crowd.
Growing up, my family would gather around the piano, and I'd lose myself in song while they played. Music speaks to me on a level that words can't reach; it's how I express emotions too deep to say. After years of performing in school and small venues, I've fallen in love with connecting to an audience. Today, I'll sing 'Rolling in the Deep' by Adele, an artist who inspires me with her voice and the raw emotion she brings. I hope to share that same passion with you.
A chorus of "Awws" echoed from a lot of the audience, touched by her earnestness. The judges exchanged glances, sensing Evelyn's sincerity.
"She'd better rock our socks off after that intro," Zondra muttered, her voice dripping with skepticism.
The panel nodded unanimously.
As Evelyn stepped into the spotlight, her long dark hair and stylish yet simple outfit complimenting her natural beauty drew a few appreciative whistles from the crowd. She walked to center stage, radiating confidence with a smile at the audience for their hospitality, then signaled for the music to begin.
The opening notes filled the air, and Evelyn's voice broke through, clear and heartfelt. Her sincerity, combined with her vocal ability, touched the audience, capturing the song's essence. She hit each note with precision, though lacking the powerhouse quality of Adele. The crowd leaned in, drawn by her earnestness.
Halfway through the first verse, Zondra glanced at Beckman, eyebrows raised. "Okay, now this is more like it," she murmured, her skepticism giving way to a nod in rhythm with the beat.
Beckman hinted at a nod, her steely expression revealing little, her unyielding demeanor conveying all the authority she needed without a word.
However, Roan slouched further, fingers drumming into his chair with careless impatience, his mind elsewhere. As Evelyn's voice soared, his expression remained unmoved, his thoughts drifting toward the martini he longed for to lift his mood.
When Evelyn entered the Pre-Chorus, Hannah, too, felt the music.
But Sarah felt something was lacking, a subtle emptiness that tugged at her as she listened. Her gaze softened, searching the area around her as if hoping to find that missing spark, that raw, captivating energy that set a performance apart.
Evelyn reached the chorus, delivering it respectfully, but still lacking Adele's signature punch.
Zondra's hand hovered over her green button. "I'm going in. She's got potential with some polish," she said, pressing it.
Beckman nodded, her mind made up as she hit her green buzzer too.
As their chairs turned, Zondra took in Evelyn's composed stage presence, giving the song her all.
Hannah hesitated momentarily, then added her approval, pressing the green button with a slight smile.
Sarah, meanwhile, closed her eyes, straining to feel more from Evelyn's singing, but remained unmoved. She refrained from pressing her button, opening her eyes as disappointment flickered her gaze.
Evelyn reached the song's climax, her voice rising, though it still fell short of Adele's raw power. The audience offered approving murmurs, some clapping along. But Roan and Sarah's lack of enthusiasm loomed over the room like a gathering storm cloud, casting a shadow over the performance that threatened uncertainty.
As the song ended, contained applause erupted. Evelyn beamed, looking eagerly to the judges as Roan and Sarah's chairs turned automatically to face the stage.
Zondra leaned in. "Your vocals need work, especially in the chorus. Adele's tough to pull off, so next time, maybe choose a song that lets you shine. But I admire your grit, and I see potential with training. You've got the confidence and looks—that's a bonus in itself."
Evelyn smiled, relief taking over her. "Thank you! That means so much!"
Beckman followed. "The voice is key in auditions; that's why we are always turned away. You're not the finished product, but you convinced me enough that you may grow with guidance."
Evelyn nodded. "Thank you, I appreciate it."
Sarah hesitated, brow furrowing. "You can definitely sing," she said with a nod. "But…" she trailed off, giving a slight head shake. "I'm not sure if it's enough for you to stand out in a highly competitive industry and sell records."
Zondra scoffed sharply, earning a fierce glance from Sarah, who then had to bite her lip to stem rising frustration.
She's pissing me off now, Sarah thought.
Hannah quickly interjected with her review, easing the tension. "I think with a lot of work you could grow in this competition, that's why I turned."
Evelyn smiled. "Thank you."
With no choice but to speak, because that was the process, Roan sat up, letting out a deep sigh. "Look, it wasn't terrible. But you're an imitation singer, and you still came up short," he drawled, fingers tapping again, avoiding her gaze. "I agree with Sarah. We're here for someone who can sell records, not just fill in for a famous voice. You don't have a unique recording voice that sets you apart."
Sarah gave a nod—her assessment was the same.
The audience gasped at Roan's bluntness, their sympathy with Evelyn. Her smile faltered, but Zondra leaned forward again. "Doesn't matter what they say, girl—you've got three yesses. That's what counts."
Evelyn's face lit up with relief. "Thank you so much! I promise to work hard!"
As she exited—already dreaming of the future—the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Zondra turned to Roan, a teasing glint in her eye. "Next time, maybe just skip breakfast and dive straight into the martinis, huh?"
Roan smirked back. "A grand idea. For I need a martini or several every time I face your attitude, Zondra."
Sarah gave a convincing nod. "Me too."
Zondra ignored Roan, satisfied with the reaction, and focused on Sarah. "Feeling the pressure already, Walker?"
Sarah merely replied with a roll of her eyes.
"I guess you prefer men, as always," Zondra furthered the disagreement, mirroring Sarah's action.
This time it was Sarah who scoffed, arching herself to meet Zondra's glance, her eyes unfriendly. "What do you mean by that?"
"What I said," Zondra said with a nod. "You would have turned if it was a guy."
Sarah's glance narrowed towards Zondra, frustration with her bitchy ex-bandmate boiling within her. "You're jealous," she said a moment later, overcoming the frustration and breaking out with a taunting smile.
Zondra smirked, shrugging as if unbothered. "Jealous? Honey, I'd need a reason."
"I could give plenty of reasons," Sarah said.
Zondra crossed her arms. "I'm waiting."
However, Beckman interrupted the warring ex-bandmates, shifting uncomfortably in her seat with a voiced protest, "Ladies, please."
Roan leaned back with a smirk, dismissing Beckman's complaint with a casual flick of his hand. "No, no—please, continue, ladies," he said, his voice dripping with daring encouragement. "All this bickering? It's exactly what the viewers eat up. Perfect for ratings."
His eyes sparkled with amusement as he gestured for Zondra and Sarah to keep going, reveling in the drama they were brewing onstage. The tension only seemed to entertain him, his shoulders relaxing further into his seat as if settling in for a good show.
X-X-X-X-X-X
The London auditions for The Stage is Yours reached an hour in sitting, and things were not shaping up as hoped.
Also, the growing tension between Sarah and Zondra hadn't gone unnoticed by many in the audience, who exchanged glances, sensing the friction simmering between the ex-bandmates.
Roan let out a heavy sigh. His dissatisfaction with the show's lackluster start compounded because he still hadn't had a martini yet. "If the next acts don't perk up, we're heading for an early break."
The arena entered silence for a moment, and then the next act broke the lull, appearing on the sound system.
Hey, we're The Hot Steps. We're a group of five men and we are here to put on a show. We believe we have what it takes to win the competition and we're going to show that to you all today!
The audience erupted into a buzz of excitement, ready for the next performance.
A moment later, The Hot Steps strutted onto the stage with confidence, dressed in vibrant outfits that accentuated their choreography.
Their arrival caused the audience to convey their approval, which spread through the arena.
The judges looked amongst themselves to process the sudden raised volume within the venue.
"Must be a group of hotties," Zondra said.
A few seconds later, as the first beat dropped, The Hot Steps launched into a sultry dance routine that left many in the audience breathless.
The music pulsed through the arena, a catchy pop track that matched their high-energy choreography. The group executed their moves with impressive precision, transitioning from one sexy formation to another.
Each member radiated sex appeal, drawing in the audience as they swayed their hips and moved suggestively to the rhythm as if from a scene in The Full Monty.
The audience reacted, excitement spreading from the dirty dancing occurring on the stage, yet their singing—or lack of, was to be desired.
Zondra leaned close to the edge of her seat, her eyes lighting up as she caught wind of the crowd's reaction, many leering glances and drooling women. A chorus of cheers and sexy whistles then filled the air, making it clear that the audience was loving the performance. Intrigued, Zondra fought off a smirk as she hit her green buzzer, her chair turning to face the group.
The Hot Steps committed further to their provocative routine, with synchronized movements and playful winks directed at everyone in front of them.
Zondra grinned. "Shake them hips, baby," she encouraged, then broke from the performance briefly to glance at Sarah. "You might want to turn, Sarah. I think they're you're kind."
"I'd rather stay professional… Which you can't seem to do today," Sarah said, completely detached from whatever was occurring, while not even affording Zondra the courtesy of a glance. "I thought this show was about singing, and I've heard not much of it so far."
Zondra smirked, turning back to take in the sultry display on the stage.
However, Zondra seemed to be the only one on board with the antics.
Because Roan Montgomery's expression soured further, and, already in a bad mood, crossed his arms, then shouted at the crowd, "Don't encourage them! I dread to end this disaster performance and turn to face whatever is behind me, but I know already that whatever it might be is not what we're looking for on this show!"
The crowd laughed, their attention locked on the attractive dancers giving it their all.
Just as the group moved into an especially provocative section of their routine, Zondra couldn't help but get into the spirit of it. She started bobbing and swaying in her seat, almost ready to join in, but Roan's irritation had reached a boiling point.
In a moment of exasperation, Roan slammed his hand down on the red buzzer, the loud sound echoing throughout the arena. The lights above the stage flashed red, cutting the music.
The Hot Steps halted in confusion, their faces a mixture of surprise and disappointment.
Roan's chair turned to face the stage, encountering five half-naked men, each with their shirts removed and gym bodies on full display. "I want musical talent on this show, not for it to be turned into a strip club!" he shouted with a fierce glare.
The audience erupted into laughter, the theatrics of the situation too much to resist.
Zondra rolled her eyes, a smirk spreading across her face as she tried to contain her amusement. "Come on, Roan! They were having fun!" she teased, leaning back in her chair with a grin.
Sarah, Hannah, and Beckman merely shook their heads, unamused by events yet not quite at the same level of frustration as Roan. Had the onus not been on singing, Hannah and Sarah probably would have turned, but they were consummate professionals and being paid to judge singers, not crowd pleasers.
Roan waved his hand dismissively, still clearly agitated. "Fun is one thing, but this is a family show! We are here for talented singers, not strippers hired to dance for a nightclub!" he shot back, unable to help himself from shooting a hand to his head in exasperation.
As the group stood frozen in place, the audience continued to laugh, some cheering them on despite the abrupt end to their performance. Roan's proclamation remained hanging through the arena, marking yet another memorable moment in the competition, one that the audience had enjoyed, and would be a talking topic after the show.
Roan took a deep breath, trying to control his frustration as he shook his head at the group standing sheepishly on stage. "Good God," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That's not making it onto the tape of the main show! We'll have to save that for Jeffster's after-show bloopers," he added, gesturing dismissively toward the performers.
The audience burst into laughter at the suggestion, the absurdity of the moment heightening their amusement. Roan glanced at the other judges, each of them as peeved as he, except Zondra, who was chuckling, enjoying the bizarreness of what just unfolded. She leaned back in her chair, shaking her head while fighting her giggles.
"That's it," Roan declared, throwing his hands up, gesturing resignation. "Let's take a short break! I need a drink after that!"
"Will somebody get him a drink?!" Beckman suddenly shouted, her tone fierce and commanding, her exasperation cutting through the laughter. "He's unbearable when he's like this!"
The crowd roared with laughter again, the energy in the arena shifting to one of excitement as they entered a break in the action. The lights came on, signaling a pause in the auditions, as the judges moved to stand.
Sarah turned to Hannah, a conspiratorial grin creeping into her face. "I could use a drink too," she whispered, her eyes darting toward Zondra. "For the same reasons."
Hannah offered a sympathetic smile, her heart with Sarah for everything she had already endured at Zondra's hands.
As the stage crew prepared for the break, the audience buzzed with excitement, ready to discuss the unexpected turn of events, with The Hot Steps the topic on everyone's minds.
X-X-X-X-X-X
The five judges re-entered the stage, greeted by a wave of cheers from the audience. Roan, martini in hand, looked noticeably uplifted, his spirits already brightening as he took in the enthusiastic crowd.
When seated, the lights dimmed and there was a brief pause as everybody took their seats until the next contestant appeared on the sound system.
Hey! I'm Tyler Martin and I'm 16! Music is and will always be my life! It's my way of expression! I intend to live a life of rock and roll and become a rock star! I'm gonna perform a rousing rendition of Separate Ways by Journey today! So, come on, London! Let's get this show started!
"We are looking for a pop star, not a rock star!" Roan complained.
However, he was the only one to complain, for the crowd had already turned electric, infused by Tyler's commanding enthusiasm.
"He gets a drink and is still whining," Zondra teased. "Maybe he should have three. If he keeps this up all day, I'll need one too."
Beckman gave a prompt nod.
"So will I," Sarah said aloud. "But for different reasons than you."
Hannah fought back a giggle.
The judges then entered silence, awaiting Tyler's arrival as his energy from his introduction continued to simmer around the venue.
A murmur soon rippled through the audience as Tyler entered the stage—he didn't have the typical look or vibe of a pop star, with his spiky blonde hair, leather jacket, worn band tee, and just the right amount of rebellious charm. His quirky smile and relaxed demeanor gave him an unpolished but infectious charisma.
Wasting no time, Tyler roared out, "Hello, London!"
The crowd replied in kind, excitement at a fever pitch already.
"He's a showman at least," Roan said, his mood perking up, aided by taking another sip of his pristine martini, holding it in hand.
Tyler literally bounced around the stage, shouting, "Come on, London! Let's rock and roll!"
With Tyler's confirmation seemingly given to start, albeit differently than usual, the producers shortly after fired up the record on the overhead sound system.
The iconic and electrifying opening of the rock song began, pulling the crowd in as the roaring synth riff built up, creating a wave of anticipation within the venue.
Zondra and Sarah, two rock enthusiasts, couldn't help but start nodding, feeling the rhythm of a classic rock song.
Despite his quirks, Tyler knew how to work the stage, giving the crowd a few fist pumps as he shouted into the mic, "Wooooo! Bring it, London!"
The audience reacted, clapping their hands, feeding from Tyler's electric and commanding stage presence, as well as the relentless build-up to the bold, unforgettable punching power ballad.
When the drumming of Steve Smith kicked in, Zondra's feet tapping into her chair joined her head motions and even Hannah started feeling the assertive power of the song.
When the first verse finally began, Tyler—along with the powerful rock intensity—had already commanded a lot of the audience onto their feet.
As Tyler belted out the first two lines, the whole venue took note, heads raising all around the venue.
"Hm, a Tenor," Beckman said aloud, her mind lost in thought as she weighed up and pictured whether she could see Tyler in a recording studio.
However, Zondra had already made her mind up, slamming a fist on her green buzzer, standing and gesturing two signs of the horns.
A moment later, as Tyler delivered the final two lines of the first verse, Sarah slapped her green buzzer and moved to stand, not wanting to be outdone by Zondra.
"Woooooo!" Tyler shouted, rocking all over the stage.
By now, most of the audience was sure Tyler was a natural star and that he had it.
He backed up their belief in the Pre-Chorus, delivering it perfectly, causing Sarah and Zondra to rock out, and Roan and Hannah to hit their green buzzes and turn, wanting to enjoy the show.
Beckman took a little longer, but by the time Tyler reached halfway through the Chorus, she'd made up her mind; the last judge to hit her green buzzer.
Hannah broke her enjoyment of witnessing Tyler rocking all over the stage to cast a glance at her fellow judges. "Great rock voice!"
The judges confirmed their agreements with nods while Sarah and Zondra led the rocking out on the panel, and the rest bopped away or tapped their feet to the rhythm of the song that Tyler was delivering with perfection.
Tyler took another break during a lull in the lyrics he delivered with ease to shout, "Come on, London!" and then continued belting out the power ballad.
"He's got it!" Sarah had to shout, as the noise was electric within the venue. Then she arched over her golden buzz, slapping it with conviction.
Sarah's press of the golden buzz seemed to click the other judges into life, each one by one hitting their golden buzzes until the verdict on the panel was unanimous.
As golden confetti rained over the stage to convey a perfect audition, Tyler gave fist pumps again and roared, "Yeahhhhh! Thank you, London!"
The audience replied with a near fever-pitch cheer, the mood celebratory for the first golden ticket contestant of the season, as well as a super talented auditionee.
Tyler finished the rest of the song, and then Beckman led the standing ovation from all the judges, and all of the audience behind them.
This was not an audition—it was a concert.
A concert that all 10,000 and 5 were thankful to have been part of.
When the decibels within the venue calmed enough for the judges to speak a long moment later, Zondra shouted, "Hell yeah! Now that's what I call an audition! You've got it all! A quirky personality, a great rock voice, and an insane stage presence! Your vocals were in perfect tune throughout the whole performance! My only issue is this is a pop show, not a rock show, hun!"
"That's what I thought I read when applying to audition!" Tyler joked.
The audience erupted in thunderous laughter, and even Zondra shared it with them.
"I can appreciate someone with that attitude!" Zondra nodded. "But just to be clear, we need to see that pop side from you, okay? No more hiding behind that rock persona, at least while you are on this show."
The remaining judges shared a consensus of nods.
"Got it," Tyler said with a chuckle. "Be a pop star, not a rock star!"
Sarah took over the review. "I agree with Zondra. My only concern with you is that we are looking for a pop star, not a rock star. Because, for everything else, you look and sound like a natural rock star. Your voice has a raspy edge and a rough, honest quality that makes you stand out. Each note was bold, and you successfully added your eccentric touch to the song, making it your own with the intensity of… a rock star."
The audience laughed at the irony Sarah had laced her last words with.
"I understand that!" Tyler shouted with a grin. "But I can't seem to catch a break in the music industry, so I figured what the hell, why not audition for this and become a pop star for a while before becoming a rock star!"
The audience erupted in laughter again, finding Tyler hilarious, while others found his infectiousness cute.
Even Zondra, Sarah, and Hannah managed a chuckle.
When Hannah composed herself, she said, "The industry is harder than it has ever been to break into, and unique standout voices are what's needed to break through that. You have that uniqueness, but like the others, my concern is that you're a rock star, which is not what we are looking for here. The journey ahead for you on this show won't be easy because it's pop-centric."
Tyler gave a confident chuckle. "Yeah, I get that! But I'm planning on being a pop-rock star!"
The crowd laughed again, enthralled and wholly captivated by Tyler's commanding stage presence.
Beckman raised an eyebrow. "A pop rock star? Interesting… But can you really blend both genres? You have the rock vibe, but pop is a different unique appeal."
Roan took another sip of his drink, his glance fixed intensely on Tyler. "Diane said it perfectly. You need to show versatility. The audience wants catchy hooks and danceable beats, not just power chords and anthemic vibes. We're looking for someone who can become a pop sensation. Are you prepared to step away from your roots a bit? Embrace a different style?"
Tyler's grin widened, nodding with enthusiasm. "Absolutely! I hear you! I'll take that feedback to heart. I want to show you everything I've got. Music's music, right?! Wait until you see my next performance—I'll show you how pop and rock can come together! I'll add lots of pop flair to my rock roots and blow you away!"
The judges exchanged glances, and even Roan's skeptical expression softened. Despite their reservations, Tyler's passion was undeniable. The risk was there, but so was the potential.
"It's good that you're enthusiastic, but you'll need to put a lot of work into it, for it's difficult to lose a genre you have spent your whole life in," Roan cautioned. "But for now, you're heading to global auditions with a golden ticket," he said, raising his martini towards Tyler.
With one last nod, the remaining judges each offered him a tentative welcome to the next round, knowing they might have found a wild card who could either bring an unfamiliar edge to the show—or challenge everything they expected in a pop star.
"Wooooo!" Tyler bellowed, fist pumping towards the judges and audience. "Thank you, London!"
The audience cheered off Tyler as he bounced off the stage until he disappeared.
When he was gone, the judges turned to each other, taking a moment to process an outstanding audition.
"Now that's what I call a rock star," Zondra said, fighting off a smirk.
Sarah, Hannah, and Beckman nodded, but Roan was caught on something, raising a hand to his chin.
Beckman, catching on to Roan becoming lost in thought, queried, "What are you thinking, Roan?"
"We may need a spinoff show, Diane," Roan said, turning to face his partner in crime. "Focused on making the next big rock star."
Beckman entered immediate thought for a moment, then gave a resolute nod.
"I'd like to be a judge on that," Sarah said with a smile. "I love rock."
Hannah cast a smile at Sarah. "I could tell."
Sarah gave a sweet giggle, meeting Hannah's glance.
"If all else fails with Tyler," Roan said, glancing at the judges to his left and right, "We could always throw him in a boy band."
Sarah, Beckman, Hannah and Zondra's eyes narrowed, each caught unaware by where Roan was leading, but he was usually always a few steps ahead.
The next few auditions passed uneventfully, a few yesses, with just as many nos.
When the latest yes walked off stage, Roan said, "That's it until after lunch."
The five judges rose to stand and then departed the stage.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Sarah finished her lunch in the close company of Hannah inside the judges' lounge in the Starview Arena.
For Sarah, the French star had been wonderful company, backing up her reputation as a loving star with a gentle heart.
The two bonded over small talk and their thoughts on the performances so far, with Tyler Martin being the standout.
When Hannah excused herself, Sarah was left alone with Zondra in the lounge.
The ex-bandmates had exchanged unfriendly glances all over lunch, but now, with no buffer between them, things intensified.
A moment later, after another cold, resentful look, Zondra spoke first. "I'm still waiting for what I'm supposed to be jealous of."
Sarah scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Zondra like she was a piece of dirt on her shoe. "Oh, I don't know," she said, sarcasm thick in her voice. "Maybe a little thing called talent. Or is that too far out of your comfort zone?"
Zondra's cool smirk barely flickered. "Talent? Sweetheart, if you had it, you wouldn't need to dress like that," she said, nodding at Sarah's outfit that left so little to the imagination, her voice calm yet biting. "But I guess sex sells, huh?"
Sarah laughed, fully dismissive. They were a few feet away, but Sarah's contemptuous laugh was done as if Zondra was in her face. "You know as well as I that I was the biggest selling point of the band. And who has the biggest online presence?" she asked, her question thick with pettiness.
Zondra's smirk turned venomous. "Fame getting to your head? Color me surprised… Not. But if you actually believe that, I feel sorry for you and you should get professional help," she spat out, pausing, letting her words linger. "Or maybe you don't even believe it yourself. The way you flaunt yourself to every man in sight, you must know you've got nothing else to offer."
Sarah's jaw tightened, but she bit back her first retort, a flicker of hurt flashing before she clamped down on it. She leaned forward, voice low. "Carina and Amy do it, too. It's not like I'm alone in that."
Zondra shrugged almost triumphantly, savoring her moment with Sarah now on the defensive. "At least you're honest about needing sex appeal to keep the fans around. You might actually be halfway self-aware. So maybe you're not as far up your own ass as I thought—but you're halfway up it, girl."
The dig hit home, and Sarah's hands clenched. "Now you're pissing me off," she said, her voice sharp, a warning in her gaze as she stood. "Just what is your problem?"
"You never could control your frustration well. That's your problem. But my problem," Zondra replied, unfazed by Sarah's posture, "is you and your skin-deep fame. It's what broke up the band."
Sarah scoffed. "Says the one who threw the party after our last show together, leaving condoms and cocaine in our dressing room, then wouldn't own up to it. We all took a barrage of bad press for that for weeks because of you."
Zondra's eyes flashed. "That's your style, not mine."
"Oh, I'd partied before, but I always owned it when I did," Sarah shot back, voice rising. "But never in our dressing room, and never when it would hurt the rest of us. And I sure didn't do it then, nor would I even now."
Zondra rolled her eyes, the condescension clear. "So you say. But I don't buy it, and I didn't back then."
Sarah took a steadying breath, the bitterness from years of this accusation twisting in her chest. "The fact that you won't even entertain the possibility that it wasn't me? That's when I knew you're the one with something to hide."
"You're the only one with no alibi," Zondra countered smoothly. "And you thought you could just claim innocence and expect everyone to buy it."
Sarah's patience snapped as she closed the distance between them. "For god's sake! I was alone in my hotel room, exhausted after a grueling tour! I didn't need a fucking alibi to prove that!"
"So you say," Zondra replied, her smirk infuriatingly intact. She stood, arms crossed, savoring Sarah's anger. "But I found that bullshit back then, and I still do now," she gloated, knowing she'd gotten to Sarah, and that she was winning—for she did not doubt that Sarah was responsible for the scandal the band faced, made so much worse by Sarah's refusal to own and fess up to what she'd done.
The heat of Zondra's words burned in Sarah's chest. As painful as it was infuriating. She had once considered Zondra a friend, maybe even a sister. Now, that person felt like a stranger—one who'd been intent on blaming her from the beginning, refusing to hear anything that didn't match her own story and phony alibi.
After a long moment, Sarah forced herself to breathe. She finally shook her head. "You know what? Believe what you want. Clearly, nothing I say will change that."
"Nothing will," Zondra said, her eyes ice-cold. "Because I already know the truth."
"Then we're done here." Sarah's voice was like steel, her gaze unwavering. "Stay the fucking hell out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours."
"Gladly," Zondra replied, turning away with a final, contemptuous glance.
As they each went their separate ways back to the stage, the air in the lounge was thick with unresolved fury, the rift between them deeper than ever.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry guys! I strived to include the whole day of auditions in the same chapter. But this is already 10k and the second part is also closing on another 10,000 words. I tried to upload it as one document and carry out my site-editing process, but the document was so big it kept crashing constantly and refused to let me do anything, so I had to split it. And it had to be structured like this (meaning no Chuck yet) because the final act is the showstopper, which has to come last. I will release the second part shortly (no more than a few days); it's almost ready, I just need to apply a few finishing touches. I'm beyond certain you will love the second part! You can trust me when I say that! Because who doesn't love a cute, curly-haired nerd and many other familiar faces?
FOOTNOTE: Thanks for reading. If you could take the time to leave a review of what you think, I'd appreciate it! I hope you enjoyed the opening half of the first installment of Story of Their Life! See you all very soon with chapter two!