Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 2/25/2019
By Greywaren15
I was sitting by the judges. The only ones I could recognize was the blurry yet unmistakable shapes of Simon Cowell and Demi Lovato. With a start that almost seemed to tip my posh leather black chair over, I realized that I was actually a guest judge on the show! I as actually giving my opinion if a man would go onto the next round. I voted yes for the country singer. After a small moment, Simon turned to me and asked if I would like to try a song. I nervously nodded my assent, walking up onto the stage with a guitar and microphone stand. I became increasingly nervous because in the dream I knew I was an awful singer. My vocal range was awful, and my voice too deep for any pop song. I was terrified I was going to make an utter fool of myself. The dream shifts and I end up in the stage with a folder, with lyrics in the front clear pocket, balancing on a pillow at the edge of my vision. I realized with horror that I would have to glance at them every so often to see the words that were their. While trying to glance at the words I realized what the song's genre was. It was a country song.would have to glance at the words. After some difficulty getting the right melody, Simon (I think) appeared and gave me a tip on how the song should sound, which I replied with a nod. I then began to lazily strum the guitar, finding that I could play it. While playing I realized that some of the lyrics matched Hold On by Chord Over Street. With that, I began to sing. I surprised myself with how my scratchy, deeper voice could go along with the flow of the country rhythm. And it was a clear moment of realizing that, in the dream, I could sing perfectly. It was amazing, or at least that is what I thought. I started tapping my foot on the hard floor along with the rhythm. I stumbled at times because the clipboard, still on a balanced pillow, continued to slip and fall, causing me to reach out and catch it. When I finished the song, people sat there in stunned silenced. I could even hear people in the massive audience crying. My mind raced as I came to the conclusion that I must of sounded like a dying elephant. Simon stood out of his chair and said, "That was.... incredible. You are on too the live show!” This confused me greatly because at the beginning I was a judge! Judges don't become contestants! They are already recording artists! But even then I walked down the stage, shook hands with Simon, and received a wonderful hug from Demi. I then noticed the crowd roaring for another song. I obliged, along with the shaking folder balancing on pillows. The dream ended with me walking back up the stage and grabbing my guitar