On Saturday morning I woke up to find a letter in the post addressed to myself. I looked at the envelope intently for a clue as to what it was. Not a sausage.
I opened it up and was expecting some sort of junk mail telling me I had won a holiday. This was worse… the letter told me I had an audition for the X-Factor on April 12th.
It turns out that after my karaoke session a while back (which we talked about in a previous post), I returned home to find my girlfriend had put a link on my Facebook profile to sign up for the X-Factor. This seemed like a cracking idea at the time.
I think the ulterior motive was so that she could come with an meet Simon Cowell, but we had both lost hope when we thought nothing had come of my application. Turns out we were wrong.
But am I going? No. I will be passing up my opportunity at stardom for a career with my Dad. Sorry world, you just aren’t ready yet.