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Authors: Alycia Taylor
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“Fuck it, the voting’s
over anyways,” and I cued the band. I rocked out to Dream On like no one was watching. I was feeling great and smiling
when I went back to take my seat; that lasted about ten seconds and then the
doubts started to force their way back in. I was twenty-eight years old and I
didn’t have shit. Not even an apartment. Why should I believe that this would
be any different?
They had two guest stars on who sang, but I swear I
didn’t hear any of it. I knew I needed to get out of my head and just see what
happened. Stressing and obsessing wasn’t going to help. All it was doing was
making me feel like I wanted to puke. I wanted to vomit right there on stage in
front of millions of people…maybe on Ethan. Fuck…hurry up! If I was going to
lose, I wanted them to just get it the fuck over with.
Finally, after what seemed like days instead of a
couple of hours, the little shit MC called us to center stage. The large screen
behind us was playing clips from both of our performances. There were a couple
when I was so high I could barely remember them. I realized while I listened to
it that although I’d thought I was the shit, I’d really sounded like shit.
There was another point in sobriety’s favor.
“Tristan…..” The MC said my name, they lowered the
lights, the dramatic music was playing and I was holding my fucking breath to
the point I could have passed the fuck out.
“Tristan…” he said again. That was it; if he said it
one more time I was going to punch him the fuck out. My heart was pounding so
hard that it hurt.
“Congratulations! You’re this season’s Fresh Voice!”
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that Ethan was
literally hugging me before I processed what he said.
“Congratulations, man,” Ethan said.
It finally hit me…I won. I had a fucking million
dollars and a recording contract. I’ll be damned. I actually hugged Ethan back.
I wasn’t in the habit of hugging guys, but he’d been through the same shit as
me and he deserved it.
“Thanks, man.” There was confetti falling all over
the theater and balloons. It looked like a parade. Everyone was on their feet,
but suddenly it was like the rest of them disappeared and all I saw was Elly.
I think the MC was still talking to me when I ran
off the stage. It was all a blur, but all of a sudden, I had to kiss her. She
looked shocked when I grabbed her and pulled her nearly up off her feet. I
crushed my lips down on her sweet ones and, in front of eight million people, I
kiss my girl.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
ELLY
Tristan won! Everything from the moment I met him in
that bar had been worth it.I was so
happy for him. I was on my feet clapping and I could see exactly when it dawned
on him that he had won. It was a beautiful sight. Then all of a sudden he ran
off the stage. I realized he was coming towards me. He picked me up off my feet
and kissed me; it was like the people and the cameras and all of the noise fell
away. Tristan and I were alone together in a vacuum, sharing a passionate kiss
that was only for us.
He went back up afterwards and did what he needed to
do. There were cameras still rolling and people that wanted an interview. The
producers wanted his signature on paperwork so they could get the ball rolling
on his money; it was after eleven before we got out of there. He insisted that
we leave my car and take his bike. He drove us back down to Venice Beach, only
this time we went into the clubs and bars along Abbot Kinney Boulevard. Everywhere
we went people were slapping him on the back and congratulating him. Girls
wanted his autograph and guys wanted to buy him a drink. I was really proud of
him …it had to be hard to be in the middle of that atmosphere and celebrating
something wonderful yet still turning down a drink. I couldn’t wait to tell his
therapist—the guy would be so proud.
I realized along the way that this may well be the
first time that Tristan was just plain high on life. He was
over anyways,” and I cued the band. I rocked out to Dream On like no one was watching. I was feeling great and smiling
when I went back to take my seat; that lasted about ten seconds and then the
doubts started to force their way back in. I was twenty-eight years old and I
didn’t have shit. Not even an apartment. Why should I believe that this would
be any different?
They had two guest stars on who sang, but I swear I
didn’t hear any of it. I knew I needed to get out of my head and just see what
happened. Stressing and obsessing wasn’t going to help. All it was doing was
making me feel like I wanted to puke. I wanted to vomit right there on stage in
front of millions of people…maybe on Ethan. Fuck…hurry up! If I was going to
lose, I wanted them to just get it the fuck over with.
Finally, after what seemed like days instead of a
couple of hours, the little shit MC called us to center stage. The large screen
behind us was playing clips from both of our performances. There were a couple
when I was so high I could barely remember them. I realized while I listened to
it that although I’d thought I was the shit, I’d really sounded like shit.
There was another point in sobriety’s favor.
“Tristan…..” The MC said my name, they lowered the
lights, the dramatic music was playing and I was holding my fucking breath to
the point I could have passed the fuck out.
“Tristan…” he said again. That was it; if he said it
one more time I was going to punch him the fuck out. My heart was pounding so
hard that it hurt.
“Congratulations! You’re this season’s Fresh Voice!”
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that Ethan was
literally hugging me before I processed what he said.
“Congratulations, man,” Ethan said.
It finally hit me…I won. I had a fucking million
dollars and a recording contract. I’ll be damned. I actually hugged Ethan back.
I wasn’t in the habit of hugging guys, but he’d been through the same shit as
me and he deserved it.
“Thanks, man.” There was confetti falling all over
the theater and balloons. It looked like a parade. Everyone was on their feet,
but suddenly it was like the rest of them disappeared and all I saw was Elly.
I think the MC was still talking to me when I ran
off the stage. It was all a blur, but all of a sudden, I had to kiss her. She
looked shocked when I grabbed her and pulled her nearly up off her feet. I
crushed my lips down on her sweet ones and, in front of eight million people, I
kiss my girl.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
ELLY
Tristan won! Everything from the moment I met him in
that bar had been worth it.I was so
happy for him. I was on my feet clapping and I could see exactly when it dawned
on him that he had won. It was a beautiful sight. Then all of a sudden he ran
off the stage. I realized he was coming towards me. He picked me up off my feet
and kissed me; it was like the people and the cameras and all of the noise fell
away. Tristan and I were alone together in a vacuum, sharing a passionate kiss
that was only for us.
He went back up afterwards and did what he needed to
do. There were cameras still rolling and people that wanted an interview. The
producers wanted his signature on paperwork so they could get the ball rolling
on his money; it was after eleven before we got out of there. He insisted that
we leave my car and take his bike. He drove us back down to Venice Beach, only
this time we went into the clubs and bars along Abbot Kinney Boulevard. Everywhere
we went people were slapping him on the back and congratulating him. Girls
wanted his autograph and guys wanted to buy him a drink. I was really proud of
him …it had to be hard to be in the middle of that atmosphere and celebrating
something wonderful yet still turning down a drink. I couldn’t wait to tell his
therapist—the guy would be so proud.
I realized along the way that this may well be the
first time that Tristan was just plain high on life. He was
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