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Please, Don't Hurt Him

American Idol: Week 2

"Kierstin! To backstage please!" The familar lady yelled. Ugh, her again. I stood backstage until the crew man, who I believe is named Justin, said, "Okay, Kierstin. You can go." giving me a little shove. The little shove turned into a huge shove and I stumbled out to center stage. "Ah. Kierstin. Always nice to see you screw-up." Louis said. "Ah. Louis. Never nice to see you." I said. He looked a little hurt then said, "Oooooooh we got another sass princess up in here!" "Oh, no, Louis. You got it ALL wrong!" He looked confused. "You're the Princess. I'm the Queen." He looked a little offended but then started to smile and was about to say something when Harry covered his mouth. "Okay, Kierstin. What will you be singing?" Liam, the calm one, chimed in. He started to stand up so that Louis and Harry (who were tackling each other) could go through. When he couldn't stand up fast enough, Louis and Harry fell on top of Liam. Louis rolled onto the ground and Harry sat up. He looked like he liked sitting on Liam's lap. "Uh, Harry?" Liam asked. He sat down in his chair. Louis following behind. When they were all seated, and I was done laughing, I answered, "I'll be singing Not Your Cinderella by Payton Rae." I said. Niall actually looked sad. What? Did he like me or something? A lump started in my throat but I quickly swallowed it. I slapped myself. What? TO GET MY MIND FOCUSED, OKAY? "Okay, start." Louis said, leaning in to the table.
"You walk in the room and all the girls talk I guess you get used to most of them falling down at your feet
'cause you got the charm and the debonair down so tall and dark like you just came out of some kind of fairytale dream (ooh ooh) baby you're something (ooh ooh) but I'm not your Cinderella You're not the one in a million fellas The slipper ain't gonna fit me Give my regards to Mr. Disney Oh I'm no sleeping beauty One kiss alone won't do it to me Hate to be the one to tell ya oh but I'm not your Cinderella I don't know if I believe in love at first sight Think it might need just a little more time to grow and be real so keep up the laughter and rambling on at the strike of midnight it's gonna be gone cause this ain't a heart you can steal
(ooh ooh) baby you're something (ooh ooh) But I'm not your Cinderella You're not the one in a million fellas The slipper ain't gonna fit me Give my regards to Mr. Disney Oh I'm no sleeping beauty One kiss alone won't do it to me I hate to be the one to tell ya oh but I'm not your Cinderella baby you're something (ooh ooh) I'm not your Cinderella No, I'm not your Cinderella You're not the one in a million fellas The slipper ain't gonna fit me Give my regards to Mr. Disney oh I'm no sleeping beauty One kiss alone wont do it to me
Hate to be the one to tell ya
oh but I'm not your Cinderella" I sang with, yet again, my eyes closed. I opened my eyes to see the boys smiling except Niall and Harry. Did they think that was about them? Oh no. I got offstage. I was going to see if I would be continuing after one more person. Oh crap. Another blondie with a cocky 'tude. "I'm going to be singing an original." She said. "Begin Again." 2 things wrong with that. #1 that is not an original. #2 her voice is terrible. After she was done, we all gathered on the bleaches that had just arrived to the stage. "Okay. Let's begin." Liam said. "Kylah," she walked up, "You're going through! Congrats!" she jumped up. It contiued like that even with guys for a few minutes and then they started saying 'no' to people. Then, the even-though-Taylor-Swift-sucks-Taylor-Swift-wannabe. Sorry, I'm a Directioner, not a Swiftie. "Tayler," she walked up, "I'm sorry, it's a no." Harry said. He wasn't sorry. Everyone knew. She started to freak out. "Just you see fucking One Direction! I'll be fucking great and you'll just be fucking left in the dust with my fucking awesomeness!" She screamed. She jumped off the stage and started to attack the boys. I had to do something. "GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF ME!" She yelled at me when I grabbed her arm. She tried to shake me off but I wouldn't fall. "Oh, actually, unlike your singing, my hands are good. I just cleaned them." I smiled. She punched me in the face. My nose started to twitch. She should know that when my nose twitches you should run the hell out of there. I smacked her so hard she blacked out. "Kierstin," Harry started. He was dumbfounded... cute. "Yes?" I asked. "You're going through." He said. His emeralds were huge. He was obviously amazed. He had already been attacked by one pyschopathic blondie, now another? Hey if you check emotionally, then you gotta check physically, right? I squealed and ran out of the building. I was in a little bit of shock too. I heard footsteps behind me. Please, not Braxton. Please! I turned around. "Niall?" I asked. "Kierstin, we need to talk."

Notes

Hope you likey! Another psychopathic blonde? Sorry for Swifties, I just don't like her.

Comments

@Turtles.
Jenessa is actually my best friend in real life. I've known her for like ever so I try to incorporate what she'd actually do in the story. I am so happy you commented!
Kirsten Horan Kirsten Horan
7/2/13
@Turtles.
Jenessa is actually my best friend in real life. I've known her for like ever so I try to incorporate what she'd actually do in the story. I am so happy you commented!
Kirsten Horan Kirsten Horan
7/2/13
@Turtles.
Jenessa is actually my best friend in real life. I've known her for like ever so I try to incorporate what she'd actually do in the story. I am so happy you commented!
Kirsten Horan Kirsten Horan
7/2/13
@Turtles.
Jenessa is actually my best friend in real life. I've known her for like ever so I try to incorporate what she'd actually do in the story. I am so happy you commented!
Kirsten Horan Kirsten Horan
7/2/13
Jenessa is adorable. v,v
Turtles. Turtles.
7/2/13