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♥️ Tulisa...

2024.05.24

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The Spotlight - Chapter 2 (A Gary Barlow FanFiction)

The O2 is a whirlwind of activity, a cacophony of voices, and nervous energy that seems to reverberate through every inch of the cavernous space. As I step through the doors, I'm immediately swept up in the tide of hopeful contestants, each carrying their own unique dreams and aspirations.

The air is thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that crackles like electricity, setting my nerves on edge. I weave my way through the crowd, taking in the diverse array of faces that surround me. Some are wide-eyed and anxious, their expressions a mirror of the butterflies fluttering in my own stomach. Others exude an air of confidence, their posture radiating a quiet assurance that borders on cocky.

As I join the seemingly endless queue, I can't help but feel a twinge of self-doubt creeping in. What am I doing here, surrounded by so much raw talent and ambition? The doubts that have plagued me for so long rear their ugly heads, whispering insidious thoughts of inadequacy and failure.

But just as quickly as those doubts surface, I push them aside, drawing strength from the memory of Emily's unwavering belief in me. This is my chance—my opportunity to step out of the shadows and into the spotlight that I've always craved. I won't let fear or self-doubt hold me back any longer.

As I inch forward in the line, I can't help but overhear snippets of conversation from the contestants around me. Some are discussing their song choices, debating the merits of various artists and genres. Others are exchanging stories of past auditions, regaling each other with tales of triumph and heartbreak.

It's in this swirl of nervous chatter that I catch the eye of a fellow contestant, a young man with a warm, disarming smile that instantly puts me at ease. There's confidence in him, a quiet assurance that seems to radiate from his very being.

"First time auditioning?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of friendly curiosity.

I nod, offering him a tentative smile. "Is it that obvious?"

He chuckles, a rich, melodic sound that instantly puts me at ease. "Not at all. I just recognize that look in your eyes—a blend of excitement and sheer terror."

Despite my nerves, I can't help but laugh at his candid assessment. "You've got me pegged," I admit, feeling some of the tension in my shoulders begin to dissipate.

"I'm David," he says, extending his hand in a warm gesture of greeting.

"Riley," I reply, grasping his hand and marveling at the firm, reassuring grip.

"Well, Riley, it's a pleasure to meet you," David says, his eyes twinkling with genuine warmth. "And let me be the first to welcome you to the madhouse."

His easy charm and good-natured humor are like a balm for my frayed nerves, and I find myself relaxing into our conversation, the weight of my anxiety lifting ever so slightly.

"So, what brings you to the X-Factor auditions?" David asks, his tone one of genuine interest.

I pause for a moment, considering my answer. How do I encapsulate the complex tapestry of hopes, dreams, and personal struggles that have led me to this pivotal moment? In the end, I settle for a simple truth.

"I guess you could say I'm ready to take a leap of faith," I say, my voice laced with a newfound determination. "This is my chance to pursue my passion and leave the past behind."

David nods, his expression one of understanding and empathy. "I hear that," he says, his voice taking on a more introspective tone. "For me, this audition represents a fresh start, an opportunity to embrace my true calling and share my gift with the world."

As he speaks, I can't help but be drawn in by the sincerity of his words and the depth of emotion that lies just beneath the surface. There's a vulnerability there—a rawness that resonates deep within me.

"I don't know if you've heard, but Gary Barlow is back as a judge this season," David continues.

At the mention of the iconic singer-songwriter, a wave of anxiety washes over me. Gary Barlow, the man whose music has been the soundtrack to my life, is the very embodiment of the dreams and aspirations that have driven me to this moment. And here I am, about to audition for him with one of his own songs.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, and I can feel the nerves creeping back in, threatening to unravel the fragile sense of calm that David's easy banter had instilled in me.

"Oh, wow," I manage to say, my voice wavering ever so slightly. "That's... that's incredible."

David must sense the shift in my demeanor, for he leans in closer, his expression one of gentle concern. "Everything okay?"

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself against the onslaught of self-doubt that threatens to consume me. "It's just... well, I was planning on singing 'A Million Love Songs' for my audition," I confess, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and trepidation.

David's eyebrows raise in surprise, but there's no judgment in his gaze, only understanding. "That's a bold choice," he says, his tone one of admiration. "Singing one of Gary's iconic songs in front of the man himself? That takes guts."

I can't help but let out a nervous chuckle, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. "Yeah, well, hindsight is twenty-twenty, right?"

But David shakes his head, his expression one of unwavering confidence. "Don't sell yourself short, Riley," he says, his voice carrying a weight of conviction that catches me off guard.

His words, spoken with such earnest belief, strike a chord deep within me. For a fleeting moment, the doubts and insecurities that have plagued me for so long seem to melt away, replaced by a glimmer of hope and self-assurance.

As I stand there, surrounded by the pulsing energy of the audition venue, I can feel a newfound sense of determination taking root. This is my moment, my chance to step into the spotlight and showcase the talent that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

With Emily's and now David's words of encouragement echoing in my mind, I straighten my shoulders and take a deep, steady breath. The nerves are still there, of course, a constant undercurrent of anxiety that threatens to overwhelm me. But beneath that fear lies a wellspring of passion and resilience, a fire that has been stoked by the unwavering support of those who believe in me.

As the line inches forward, bringing me ever closer to the audition room, I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down upon me. But rather than shrinking from the pressure, I embrace it, allowing it to fuel the flames of my determination.

This is my time, my opportunity to step out of the shadows and into the glaring spotlight of my dreams. And as I catch David's eye once more, his warm smile and unwavering belief in me serving as a beacon of encouragement, I know that I'm ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

The audition stage may be a crucible of judgment and scrutiny, but it's also a canvas upon which I can paint the masterpiece of my ambitions. And with each step forward, I can feel the weight of my past slipping away, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose and possibility.

The air backstage is thick with anticipation, a heady blend of nervous energy and palpable excitement that seems to permeate every corner of the dimly lit space. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump echoing in my ears like a relentless metronome.

"David Hart!"

The booming voice of the stage manager cuts through the cacophony of whispered conversations and shuffling feet, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. I turn to see David straighten his shoulders, his expression one of steely determination.

He catches my eye, and in that fleeting moment, I can see the fire burning behind his gaze—a fierce resolve tempered by a quiet confidence that is both inspiring and humbling. With a reassuring nod in my direction, he strides towards the stage entrance, his every step exuding a sense of purpose and self-assurance.

As he disappears onto the stage, I can't help but feel a pang of envy mingled with admiration. There's a part of me that longs for that same unwavering belief in oneself, that unshakable conviction that allows one to stride boldly into the unknown without a shred of doubt or hesitation.

Yet, even as those thoughts swirl through my mind, I can feel a glimmer of hope taking root, a tiny ember of possibility that threatens to ignite into a blazing inferno of determination. David's earlier words of encouragement echo in my mind, a gentle reminder that I, too, possess the talent and the passion to make my dreams a reality.

The muffled strains of David's voice filter through to the back stage, carrying a weight of emotion that seems to resonate deep within my very soul. Each note, each carefully crafted phrase, is a testament to his artistry, a tapestry of vulnerability and raw talent that leaves me utterly spellbound.

As I listen, my own nerves seem to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of awe and anticipation. This is it, the moment we've all been waiting for, the opportunity to showcase our passion and dedication to the world.

With bated breath, I lean forward, straining to catch every nuance, every subtle inflection that gives life to David's performance. It's as if I can feel the very essence of his being pouring forth through his voice, a torrent of emotion that threatens to sweep me away in its wake.

And then, just as quickly as it began, the music faded, replaced by a deafening silence that hangs heavy in the air. I find myself holding my breath, waiting with equal parts fear and hope for the judges' good verdict.

David stands back onto the red "X" in the middle of the stage, his face aglow with a radiant smile that seems to light up the entire room. In that moment, I know—he's done it, he's captured the hearts and minds of the judges, and his dream is one step closer to becoming a reality.

"I'm through!" he exclaims, his voice ringing with unbridled joy and triumph. "They loved it!"

A chorus of cheers and congratulations erupts for David. The well-wishes and heartfelt embraces threaten to overwhelm me. But through it all, my gaze remains locked on David, my heart swelling with a sense of pride and admiration that transcends mere words.

In that moment, he is a beacon of hope, a living embodiment of the power of perseverance and unwavering belief in oneself. As I watch him bask in the glow of his hard-earned success, I can feel a fire igniting within me, a burning desire to follow in his footsteps and claim my own piece of the dream.

Before I can even register what's happening, David's arms are around me, enveloping me in a warm, supportive embrace that seems to chase away the last vestiges of doubt and uncertainty. His touch is electric, a tangible reminder of the bond we've forged in these fleeting moments—a connection that transcends the boundaries of mere acquaintanceship.

"You've got this, Riley," he whispers, his voice laced with conviction. "Just go out there and show them what you're made of."

As he pulls back, his eyes meet mine, and in that instant, I can see the depth of his belief in me—an unwavering faith that seems to cut through the layers of self-doubt and insecurity that have plagued me for so long.

"Thank you," I manage to say, my voice thick with emotion.

David simply nods, his smile radiant and infectious. "Make us proud!"

With those parting words echoing in my mind, I turn and make my way towards the stage entrance, each step filled with a newfound sense of purpose and determination. The nerves are still there, of course, a constant undercurrent of anxiety that threatens to overwhelm me at any moment.

But as I step through the curtains and into the glaring spotlight, I can feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, a potent cocktail of excitement and resolve that seems to banish any lingering doubts or fears.

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For the fic tropes ask: fake dating/pretend relationship

Thank you for the ask! 🙂 I haven't written a fake dating/pretend relationship yet, but I could definitely write it and I have actually thought of two OCs that would be perfect to write into this scenario. Let me introduce you to them (I actually love these two).

Tulisa

She's originally from the Blackroot Vale. Her mother was a prominent highborn and one of the most beautiful ladies in the fief. She was originally supposed to marry its lord, but she was accused of practicing witchcraft and participating in rituals reminiscent of those of the old days of Númenor (when Sauron corrupted Ar-Phârazon and everybody started adoring Morgoth and sacrificing people). As a result, her betrothal was called off and the lord of the Blackroot Vale married someone from the Ringló Vale. (I headcanon that the two Vales have somewhat of a rivalry going on and the fact that her intended married someone from the opposing side caused a major scandal and was a major blow to both her reputation and her family's.) She of course never participated in any weird ritual; she was just more knowledgeable than others in medicine and had read books that were usually meant for those working in the Houses of Healing. She was basically interested in science and people made up horrible lies so that the marriage wouldn't take place.

As the news of her rejection on the lord’s part spread rapidly through Gondor—news of this kind travels fast and Gondorians would never miss an opportunity to gossip about others, demean them and be happy about someone's downfall—she was forced to settle for a minor noble who did not love her and whose family did not approve of her. She quickly got pregnant, but the birth was traumatic and she suffered injuries who left her unable to have any more children in the years that followed. Therefore, Tulisa is her only daughter and the apple of her eye. On the other hand, her father never really cared for her because “she's not a son” (usual Gondorian stuff). He completely neglects and essentially doesn't care whether she's alive or dead. She's completely useless to him and he makes it known at any chance he gets. It is Tulisa’s mother who takes care of her, which is highly unusual. Though her father isn't massively influential in the grand scheme of things, he IS a noble and nobles almost always have a whole array of servants doing things for them. That is most certainly not the case with Tulisa and her mother. The latter took an active role in her daughter’s education and taught her everything she knows. As such, Tulisa is an extremely well-mannered person, kind and very shy. She doesn't talk much, both because she is looked down upon wherever she goes (because of what happened to her both) and because she has a secret that no one knows about. She's aro/ace. I don't think it will be explicitly mentioned in the story but she definitely is. While all of her fellow ladies always had crushes on people, she never experienced them and, for a long time, she thought she had never fallen in love because she simply had not met the right person. That was before she ultimately realized she seemed unable to understand romance (she was puzzled by the concept) and downright disgusted by sexual things to the point of throwing up. She mentioned this to her mother—luckily her absentee, crappy father died early—and, after a lengthy discussion with her, her mother (I still have to think of a name for her, but she's too cool to remain unnamed and too cool not to have her own faceclaim) reaches out to her childhood friend Finduilas (Lady of Lamedon and Ithilien).

Finduilas, who is far more open-minded than most Gondorians, knows the truth about Tulisa and thinks nothing of it, and it is through her that the most suitable candidate for marriage is found, although it is basically just a lucky coincidence. Since marrying Faramir, Finduilas has grown quite close with Imrahil and his family. I headcanon Imrahil and Angbor are/were close friends and Imrahil is very happy at the idea that Faramir married a “proper woman” (he didn't dislike Éowyn altogether, but thought she was not fit for his nephew. His whole attitude was “look, nephew, I don't hate your wife but you could have done SO MUCH better.” Which is kind of ironic since he's the one who saves her at the Pelennor Fields. He admired her a whole lot…before she married into the family).

Anyway, Finduilas is particularly close to Imrahil’s boys and, since she trusts them, she tells them about Tulisa and they unanimously agree that they have the right person for her. And that's where Daron comes in.

Daron

He's originally from Dor-en-Ernil, which is under the jurisdiction of Dol Amroth, so basically…he's from Dol Amroth. He's close friends with Elphir, Erchirion and Amrothos, the four of them grew up together. He's son of one of the Swan Knights; a knight of whom Imrahil was so fond Aragorn created him a lord upon his request (he probably saved Imrahil and a bunch of other people in battle). Daron is well-liked by Imrahil and was raised alongside his children. The four of them were inseparable and went on many adventures together, all kinds of adventures. This is when Imrahil's boys started realizing he didn't like girls…that way. Naturally, they assumed he would like boys. Not really. At one of point ( I think after getting drunk because he would not have mustered enough courage to admit it while sober) he tells them that he thinks there might be something wrong with him. He says that he does like girls, he has crushes on them but cannot bring himself to actually have sex with them.

It's like the initial attraction he feels suddenly fizzles out once he's confronted with the idea of getting down to business (he's ace). Imrahil's boys initially worry about him (they think he has an illness/disease of some kind and then they even suggest he might be mentally unwell due to some kind of trauma he has not shared with them. Once they get over the news, they actually find the whole thing kind of funny and switch to friendly teasing, which Daron finds super annoying).

Daron and Tulisa first meet at Emyn Arnen since Tulisa is one of Enna’s students at her “finishing school” (yes, I know it's not a concept that exists in Middle-earth but it's basically a charity project she comes up with that aims to help both girls who cannot afford an education and established ladies who may want to further their social connections. As Tulisa is extremely shy, her mother and Finduilas hope that she may meet some friends and so they “enroll” her there a few years prior to her wedding (the wedding of course wasn't planned yet since it was a last minute thing). Enna is intrigued by her but respects her boundaries so their conversations are sporadic (when they talk though, they do talk about very interesting things and Enna appreciates her politeness and fine manners. She has her stamp of approval, basically.)

Enna of course asks her if she intends to marry and Tulisa very diplomatically answers that she hasn't thought about it and Enna immediately starts looking around for potential suitors. As she finds no one Tulisa is interested in, she asks her stepmom for help and, upon learning that Finduilas may have found the right person, she sets up a meeting after consulting with Elphir, Erchirion and Amrothos. Daron is floored by her (although he doesn't want her sexually, he thinks she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen) and they're soon married after getting to know one another a bit and learning they have many things in common.

Their relationship is great. They're besties, they read together, discuss politics and current events together. Daron is sort of an astronomer and they stargaze together and take on their respective hobbies. If they have children, they'll probably adopt a little girl or boy and they'll live as a happy family splitting their time between Ithilien and Dol Amroth.

That's it about these two! You could say theirs is pretty much a pretend relationship in the beginning and technically it is no marriage since I headcanon that a couple must produce legitimate children for the wedding to be accepted and legalized, but they're much happier than all of the Gondorians put together!

I would definitely consider writing them into the story (I definitely will) and I hope readers love them as much as I do!

Faceclaims:

Saadet Aksoy as Tulisa (Sadika hatun from Magnificent Century)

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Gethin Anthony as Daron (Renly Baratheon from Game of Thrones)

That's it! Thank you again for asking!

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The Spotlight - Chapter 1 (A Gary Barlow FanFiction)

The din of the pub swells around me as I methodically wipe down the bar, my movements lethargic and detached. It's my birthday, but the festive atmosphere feeals hollow, a stark contrast to the heaviness in my chest. The neon lights flicker, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the patrons, their laughter and chatter blending into a cacophonous symphony.

I glance up, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Tousled blonde hair frames my face, but my blue eyes lack their usual sparkle. The weight of the past few weeks presses down on me, and the memories of Ethan's betrayal are still fresh and raw.

As I pour another round of drinks, a group of men approach the bar, their eyes roving over my figure with undisguised interest. One of them leans in close, his breath hot against my ear, as he attempts a flirtatious line. I roll my eyes, a scoff escaping my lips as I turn away, dismissing his advances with a curt shake of my head.

The music shifts, the opening notes of a popular song filling the air. The karaoke stage beckons, a spotlight illuminating the empty microphone stand. I feel a tug in my chest, a familiar longing to lose myself in the music, to pour my heart out through lyrics and melody.

But the weight of my emotions holds me back, and the scars of Ethan's infidelity are still tender and aching. Flashbacks of our tumultuous relationship play out in my mind—snippets of heated arguments and tearful confrontations. I remember the day I discovered his betrayal, the world shattering around me like fragile glass.

I shake my head, trying to dispel the painful memories. The karaoke stage looms ahead, a beacon of both temptation and trepidation. I know I should go up there to sing my heart out and release the pent-up emotions that threaten to consume me.

But the thought of baring my soul in front of a crowd, of exposing my vulnerability and pain, fills me with a paralyzing fear. I hesitate, my feet rooted to the spot behind the bar, torn between the desire to escape and the need to confront my demons.

The patrons continue to chatter and laugh, oblivious to my internal struggle. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what lies ahead. With a final glance at my reflection, I step out from behind the bar, my heart pounding in my chest as I make my way towards the karaoke stage, unsure of what the night will bring but knowing that I can no longer run from the music that calls to my soul.

I step onto the karaoke stage, the spotlight enveloping me in its warm embrace. The pub falls silent, all eyes fixed on me as I take my place behind the microphone. My heart races, pounding against my rib cage like a caged bird desperate for release. I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves.

As I open my eyes, I scan the crowd, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the stage lights.

"Hi everyone, my name is Riley, and I hope everyone is having a good time. I will be opening up for karaoke tonight." I clear my throat, my voice trembling slightly as I announce my song choice. "I'll be singing 'Make You Feel My Love' by Adele." A murmur of approval ripples through the audience, and I feel a flicker of confidence ignite within me.

The first notes of the song fill the air, and I let the melody wash over me. As I begin to sing, the words flow from my lips like a confession, each syllable laced with the pain and heartache of my recent breakup. The memories of Ethan's betrayal flash through my mind, fueling the emotion behind every word.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love

My voice grows stronger with each passing verse; the emotions I've kept bottled up inside are pouring out through my words. The pain of Ethan's betrayal, the heartache of our shattered dreams, the longing for a love that once felt so real—it all bleeds into my performance, adding a depth and authenticity that I've never quite achieved before.

As I sing, I lose myself in the music, letting it consume me entirely. The pub fades away, and I find myself transported to a place where only the song exists. The lyrics become my truth, my story laid bare for all to see. I pour my heart into every note, my voice cracking with the weight of my emotions.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I would never do you wrong

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong.

As I reach the chorus, I feel a shift in the room, an energy palpable in the air. The chatter dies down, and the clinking of glasses subsides, as if the entire pub holds its collective breath. The patrons lean forward in their seats, their eyes locked on me, hanging onto every word I sing with rapt attention. I can see the emotion etched on their faces—a reflection of the raw vulnerability I'm pouring into the song. It's as if they can sense the depths of my heart laid bare, resonating with the truths I'm sharing through the lyrics.

I could make you happy

Make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the earth for you

To make you feel my love

The words spill from my lips—a promise and a plea—all at once. In this moment, the music becomes a bridge between our souls, connecting us in a way that transcends the physical space we occupy. I feel a sense of weightlessness, as if I'm floating on the melodies, carried by the sheer power of the emotions I'm expressing.

The final notes of the song linger in the air, the weight of my emotions hanging heavy in the silence that follows. I stand motionless, my chest heaving with each ragged breath, as the reality of what I've just poured out crashes over me like a tidal wave.

For a moment, the world seems to freeze, suspended in a fragile stillness that threatens to shatter at the slightest disturbance. Then, like a dam bursting forth, the pub erupts into thunderous applause. The sound is deafening—a cacophony of cheers and whistles that washes over me in waves.

I blink rapidly, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, as I take in the sight before me. Every patron in the room is on their feet, their hands clapping in a rhythmic frenzy, their faces alight with admiration and awe. It's a standing ovation, a resounding affirmation of the raw emotion I've just laid bare for all to witness.

A flush of warmth spreads across my cheeks, and I feel a surge of pride swell within my chest. This is what I've always dreamed of—to connect with an audience on a level that transcends mere entertainment, to touch their souls with the power of my voice and the depth of my storytelling.

As the applause continues, I scan the crowd, my gaze landing on familiar faces—regulars who've witnessed my performances countless times before yet have never seen me quite like this. Their eyes are wide with wonder, as if they're seeing me for the first time, truly appreciating the talent that has been hiding in plain sight all along.

In the back corner, I catch sight of a group of rowdy frat boys who had been ogling me earlier in the night, their lewd comments and suggestive glances now replaced by expressions of genuine respect. Even they, in their drunken revelry, have been moved by the raw authenticity of my performance.

And then, my gaze settles on a face I know all too well—Ethan, my ex-boyfriend, the one whose betrayal had fueled the very emotions I had poured into the song. He's sitting at the bar, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. For a fleeting moment, our gazes lock, and I see a flicker of regret, a hint of longing, in his eyes. But just as quickly as it appears, it's gone, replaced by a mask of stoic indifference.

I tear my gaze away from Ethan, refocusing my attention on the sea of adoring faces before me. The applause shows no signs of waning, and I feel a surge of confidence unlike anything I've ever experienced before. This is my moment, my time to bask in the glory of a performance that has touched the hearts of everyone in this room.

With a deep breath, I step forward, raising my hand in a gesture of gratitude and humility. The applause swells even louder, and I can't help but let a radiant smile spread across my face. In this moment, I am invincible, a force to be reckoned with, and a true artist in every sense of the word.

As the applause finally begins to die down, I take one last look around the room, committing this moment to memory. This is what I live for—the reason I pour my heart and soul into every note and every lyric. To move people, to connect with them on a level that transcends the physical realm and touches the very depths of their being—that is the true power of music, and tonight, I have wielded it like a master. With a sense of pride and accomplishment swelling in my chest, I step off the stage, my head held high.

My heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and disbelief. I can't quite process what just happened—the raw emotion I poured into that song, the way it seemed to resonate with every soul in the room. It was as if I had tapped into something primal, something that transcended the mere act of singing and became a conduit for the deepest recesses of my heart.

As I make my way through the crowd, I'm met with a sea of beaming faces and congratulatory pats on the back. Strangers who had been ogling me just moments ago now regard me with a newfound respect, their eyes alight with admiration. It's a heady feeling, one that I've never quite experienced before, and I find myself basking in the warmth of their praise.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the din, and I turn to see my best friend, Emily, weaving her way towards me, her face split into a wide grin. "Riley! Oh my god, that was incredible!" she exclaims, pulling me into a tight embrace.

I return the hug, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I cling to the familiarity of her presence. Emily has been my rock through it all, the one constant in a world that has been turned upside down by heartbreak and uncertainty.

"Thanks, Em," I murmur, my voice still a little hoarse from the intensity of my performance. "I don't know what came over me up there."

Emily pulls back, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That was pure, raw talent, Rye. You've always had it in you, but tonight, you just let it all out. It was like watching a phoenix rise from the ashes."

I can't help but chuckle at her dramatic flair, but deep down, I know she's right. There was something cathartic about pouring my pain into that song, about letting the world see the depths of my heartache and vulnerability. It was as if I had shed a layer of armor, exposing the raw, beating heart that had been hidden beneath.

"Come on, let's get out of this crowd," Emily says, linking her arm through mine and guiding me towards a quieter corner of the pub.

We settle into a cozy booth, the noise of the revelry fading into a dull murmur around us. Emily leans forward, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

"Okay, so I have something to tell you," she begins, her voice tinged with barely contained glee.

I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Emily takes a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she's about to say. "Remember a few months ago when you were talking about auditioning for X-Factor?"

My heart skips a beat at the mention of the reality singing competition. It had been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember, but one that always seemed just out of reach. With the chaos of my breakup with Ethan and the emotional turmoil that followed, it had been pushed to the back of my mind, a distant fantasy that seemed too daunting to pursue.

"Yeah, of course," I reply, my voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness.

Emily's grin widens, and she leans forward conspiratorially. "Well, I may have taken matters into my own hands."

I furrow my brow, confusion clouding my features. "What do you mean?"

"I signed you up for the auditions," she blurts out, her words tumbling out in a rush of excitement. "They're holding open calls in the city tomorrow, and I made sure you got a spot. Happy birthday!"

For a moment, I'm rendered speechless, my mind struggling to process what she's just told me. Emily signed me up to audition for X-Factor? Without my knowledge? A whirlwind of emotions swirls within me, a heady mix of shock, excitement, and trepidation.

"Em, I... I don't know what to say," I stammer, my heart racing at the mere thought of stepping onto that stage and putting my dreams on the line in such a high-stakes setting.

Emily reaches across the table, her hand finding mine and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know it's a lot to take in, but just think about it, Rye. This could be your big break, your chance to show the world what you're truly capable of."

I open my mouth to protest and to voice the doubts and insecurities that have been weighing me down ever since my breakup with Ethan. But Emily cuts me off, her eyes shining with a fierce determination that I've come to know so well.

"Listen to me," she says, her voice firm yet gentle. "You've been through hell these past few years, and I've watched you struggle to pick up the pieces. But tonight, you proved that you're stronger than you ever realized. You poured your heart and soul into that performance, and the entire pub was captivated."

Her words strike a chord deep within me, resonating with the newfound sense of confidence that had blossomed during my time on stage. In those fleeting moments, I felt invincible and untouchable, as if nothing could hold me back from realizing my full potential.

Emily leans forward, her gaze unwavering. "This is your chance to leave the pain of the past behind and focus on your own dreams for once. Ethan may have broken your heart, but he doesn't get to define your future."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, but in the best possible way. She's right, of course. I've spent too long wallowing in the aftermath of my breakup, allowing the hurt and betrayal to consume me and overshadow the passions and ambitions that had once burned so brightly within me.

As I sit there, staring into Emily's determined eyes, I feel a spark ignite deep within me. It's a familiar feeling, one that I had thought was extinguished by the weight of my heartbreak. But now, it flickers to life, a glimmer of hope and possibility that begins to spread like wildfire through my veins.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself as I meet Emily's gaze head-on. "You're right," I say, my voice laced with a newfound resolve. "It's time for me to take control of my own destiny."

Emily's face splits into a radiant smile, and she gives my hand one last squeeze before leaning back in her seat. "That's my girl," she says, her eyes shining with pride.

As I sit there, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of the pub that has been my second home for so long, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up within me. The X-Factor auditions represent more than just a chance at fame or fortune; they symbolize a fresh start, a clean slate upon which I can begin to rebuild the dreams that had been shattered by years of heartbreak.

It won't be easy, of course. The road ahead is paved with challenges and uncertainties, and the prospect of putting myself out there and laying my heart on the line for the world to judge is daunting, to say the least. But as I think back to the rush of adrenaline and pure, unadulterated joy that coursed through me during my performance, I know that it's a risk worth taking.

With Emily's unwavering support and the newfound fire burning within me, I feel a sense of determination unlike anything I've ever experienced before. As the noise and laughter of the pub swirl around me, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what lies ahead. The future is uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, I'm ready to embrace it, to step out of the shadows of my past and into the spotlight that I've always craved.

With a deep breath and a renewed sense of purpose, I raise my glass, silently toasting to the possibilities that await me on the other side of this audition. It's time to take the leap, to soar towards my dreams, and to leave the pain of heartbreak behind. The stage is set, and I'm ready to take center stage.

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Tulisa and Daron

My ace babies 😊

I've been obsessed with them for the whole day. These two may have a pretend marriage (that's basically what it is at the beginning), but it actually might be the chillest couple in all of Gondor. They truly understand one another, they become besties, they share many interests and their relationship isn't based on sex/lust. They talk to one another about pretty much everything and Tulisa might be the only woman in Gondor not to have to worry about her husband cheating. Their dynamic will be very interesting to write. It's basically two best friends (with no benefits) getting married. Also, the way I characterized is based on what I read on the internet, so if I portray some aspects inaccurately you're very welcome to let me know!

Coming up with their names was kind of hard. I tried to translate the names of the actors/characters they potrayed in their respective shows into Sindarin and Quenya but none of the variants I found fully convinced. So I basically reverted to the most basic things I could think of. I do like their names though. I suppose their ship name is Dulisa? The other variant I came up with is Turon, but I don't like it as much. Oh, well...Tulisa it is then.

I originally wanted to make him either gay or bi, but then I thought that it had already been done before (and Renly is already gay in GOT so I wanted to try something different). I read on Reddit that ace guys are not that common, is it true? I honestly don't know that much about the topic and, as I mentioned earlier, my characterization of them is based of what I read online, so if anyone has tips to make such a relationship accurate and respectful, please let me know! She's aro/ace but he's just ace (I read that a person could not necessarily be both, hence the fact that he's just ace. He does feel romantic attraction and I think he might take up poetry to express his feelings. If he ever meets Erionwë, he definitely will).

Would you like to read a snippet about these two? Maybe their first meeting or something like that? I have plenty of ideas!

Please do let me know!

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