It was strange that she followed them. It was insane that she continued singing after them. And painful that she did not stop herself. In her mind it was some form of revolution, titled "Natasha Stands." Unfortunately, she was truly standing alone in an embarrassing place that she had yet to notice. She went on to solidify her place in American Idol Hysterics by attempting to fight the guards and to hold her note at the same time. She only stopped singing once grabbed in order to physically remove her from the property. And still somehow she managed to snatch herself loose, run back into the audition room and begin to sing again, as if any note she came up with could out shine her stunning behavior from just moments before.
The guards and the judges paused in shock, waiting to see how long she would sing. After three more painful minutes, it was clear that she would never restrain herself, so they would have to
"What is her name?"
"Natasha,"
"Natasha stop this right now." The guards walked toward her, she looked at them with big bulging eyes that could have been used to say so many beautiful things, that only said "somebody help me." But the guards didn't have time to see that, they had to get this room clear and the auditions back on track.
As if reading their minds, she stopped singing, ran out the audition room, breaking the latch on the door, but freeing them of her painful display.
"Did you see that," "
Yes, she's crazy."
"No that girl is hurting"
"I'm the one who's hurting"
"She needs help."
"You can't save everyone Paula"
"I can try" Natasha was to the front door of the conference center about to step out into the street, when Bill tapped her on her shoulder . . .
(c) Jamillah Warner, www.gospelnerve.com, I got the nerve to say . . .
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