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Carrie Underwood leant back in the plush leather seats of the rented limo and peeked out of the tinted windows to look at the large centre that was hosting 'The X-Factor' on Fox. She smiled at the sight of how many people had turned up for the show. It was long past the audition period and tonight, Carrie was here as a special guest performer. She did have the liberty of performing a duet with anyone who wanted to approach her but as she tucked some blonde strands of hair behind her ear, she was currently just waiting to play a few of her songs as a medley in the last part of the show.
As the car pulled around to the side to a hidden area where Carrie would be smuggled into the arena, her phone beeped to life with a text message. The signature tone meant it came from her husband and current Nashville Predators centre right player, Mike Fisher. Smiling already, she fished her phone out of her handbag and read the text message.
'Hey beautiful, how's the ride?'
Licking her peach coloured lips, she thought on an answer before jabbing at the screen of her phone.
'Boring so far. Just turned up at the arena. Looking forward to seeing Simon again! xxx'
The little text bubble under her message changed from 'sent' to 'read' and then Mike started to tap up a response.
'Looking forward to seeing Simon Cowell? I thought you were crazy when you married me, now I know it's true! :P'
That made the Oklahoma native laugh out loud, she was about to tap out a response when the limo pulled to a stop. Removing what she had typed and changing it, Carrie sent the text away with a smile.
'lol! I'm at the show now, call you tonight?'
'Sounds good, love you hun.'
'Love you too baby xxx.' Carrie then locked the screen and dumped the phone into her handbag as the door was opened for her. Lifting herself out of the limo, Carrie smiled at her driver and thanked him, subtly slipping him a ten dollar tip. Waiting by the double doors was Simon Cowell and Nicola, a woman Carrie recognised instantly as his personal assistant. Gone was the typical tight black sweatshirt and jeans the general public was used to seeing Simon in, now he was dressed in a suit while missing the tie with the top couple of buttons undone revealing a pretty impressive bush of chest hair.
"There's my favourite star!" Simon said, oozing his typical charisma as he stepped forward to greet her.
"Simon!" Carrie smiled enthusiastically as she moved forward quickly and embraced him in a passionate hug. She could smell his expensive, intoxicating aftershave and if she was in any other sort of mood she may have even found it arousing but having just texted her husband that thought never even entered her mind.
"All ready for tonight?" Simon asked, releasing her from the hug as Nicola opened the door to the inside of the venue and held it open for the two of them. They both thanked the petite woman as they made idle chit chat making their way inside towards the main stage portion of the arena. Her pretty eyes flicked over the stage and it all looked tremendously familiar from her last couple of tours. The sound of metal hitting metal as the stage was assembled, the steady 'One, two. One, two.' of a roadie tapping against the microphone and then the lights flashing on and off to ensure that the live show would look professional and also be ready to launch for the televised show tonight.
What was new in Carrie's eyes at least, was the handful of nervous collection of people loitering near the front of the stage. The smile remained on her face as she observed the four groups of contestants: teens, young adults, groups and the over twenty fives. Carrie smiled fondly on that last group, if she had been performing tonight then she would be over there with them. She didn't mean to persecute, but her eyes seemed to focus on that group, there was a small dumpy African American woman with the most impossibly long hair and a flowing red dress chatting to a handsome enough tall blonde man with deep, piercing green eyes that were temporarily hidden by a set of stylish eye glasses.
"Those the contestants?" She asked, her right hand coming up and gesturing to the collection of people who were chatting near the judges table, the over twenty fives Carrie had taken an interest in. Simon followed her hand and nodded his head.
"Yes, the groups." He pointed them out. "Teens." His hand glided over them. "Young adults and then the over twenty fives." He turned to face her and studied her, him putting on his best poker face as he studied the beautiful young woman. "You rooting for any of them?"
"Me? Oh no, I'm just interested in who's performing tonight." Her eyes caught Simon's stare and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not! I just want to see who'll work well with me tonight."
"Well, I know the over twenty fives are a little light on numbers. Maybe one of them would be interested in getting to know you?" A slight smirk appeared on the side of the older British man. "Well, I've got things to do. Nicola will be around if you need anything. Break a leg beautiful." He said with a smile, planting a soft kiss of the side of Carrie's cheek which she happily reciprocated and returned.
With that, Simon moved away and disappeared to a selection of staff and various other people asking him a thousand questions at once. Carrie smiled and shook her head, she always wondered if she had never applied for American Idol maybe she would have been one of those people asking him those questions. The black haired man disappeared into the arena and the blonde haired singer superstar was left to her own devices. Smiling to herself, she spun on her flat shoes and looked at the selection of people. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that there was so many people with the groups section or the fact that she would have next to nothing in common with the younger selection of people but Carrie felt herself drawn to the over twenty fives.
Suddenly, all of the grace Carrie had possessed earlier had fallen away from her as if talking to Simon had made her the same awkward person she was when she was first auditioning for American Idol. As she approached the group of over twenty fives, the conversation they were having fell away to a stunned silence as they spotted Carrie walking over to them.
Smiling from ear to ear, Carrie waved and extended her hand for them to shake.
"Well hi! I'm Carrie!"