Emily entered the stage timidly. She loathed being up here in front of everyone. She hated giving presentations in front of the class, or anything that drew people's attention to her. Casual conversation even made her uncomfortable. But she had a gift, and a long with some encouragement from her friends and family, she knew she needed to share it with the world.
Simon welcomed her to the stage, and asked "hello, welcome to America's Got Talent, what is your name?"
Emily just stared wide-eyed and shook her head.
Simon kept his smile, but it was clear he was rolling his eyes in his head. Howie chimed in "well, we're glad you're here. Let's see what your talent is."
Emily's knees started quivering so hard they were clacking together. Shortly later that was drowned out by the musical introduction to Don Carlo's Ella Giammai M'amo.
On queue Emily began to sing, and what the audience heard astounded them. Emily sang perfectly King Philip's aria, with deep bass that rivaled most professional opera singers. It was so deep and powerful that it blew Simon's hair right off, and a luscious mane erupted from Howie's scalp. It took was then blown away, and Howie crawled under the table; he simply couldn't handle the emotional cacophony of the moment.
Finally the piece ended, and Emily scurried off stage before the audience knew what to do. Then everyone stood up in a standing ovation, scattering all of their hair off their shoulders and into the atmosphere. Simon tried to hit the golden buzzer, but it malfunctioned from the sheer power of Emily's voice.
A check was mailed to her home for winning this year's contest, and she signed a record deal with Enya, who was trying something different in her later years. People who were tired of relaxing too much would find her new work refreshing. And fortunately for Emily, all the recording would be done remotely, so she'd never have to worry about appearing in front of an audience again.
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