A/N: Sorry Gabriel, I just had to have Tancred in this chapter but this one should have more people. Feel free to request songs or people because I need some inspiration. And don't be mad if I don't reply straight away, I only have internet access three days a week.

Disclaimer: Simon Cowell owns Simon Cowell, I own Jess Fergton, Carissa owns Carissa and Jenny Nimmo owns everyone else. I know this is only my second chapter, but do I really have to write this every time.

"Hello, I'm your host Jess Fergton and welcome to this weeks installment of Bloor's Talent Show." (audience claps) "After last weeks, hmm, interesting performance by Dr Bloor, we are now one judge short, so everybody let me introduce you to Carissa!" (someone stupid stats a mexican wave and audience screams and claps loudly)

"Thank you, thank you," Carissa walked on stage and curtsied all the way to her seat blowing kisses at all the pretty people.

A/N: no offence to the not pretty people it Carissa's fault not mine

"OK, our first singer today is the gorgeous, the beautiful, the talented, Tancred Torsson. Take it away, mate."

"Um, hi," Tancred started, his blue eyes searching through the audience, "I'm gonna be singing Stolen, by The Dashboard Confessionals, and I dedicate it to my special friend, Emma Tolly."

ahhh, so sweet

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart

Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight

You have stolen my heart

And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well

Sleep well

You have stolen
You have stolen my heart

I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel

You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart

audience cheers

"Well, personally, I think that was sweet but let's hand it over to our judges at the bench."

"Well Tancred, you can sing, but just, but I have to give you brownie points for the fluffy mush. Overall, you did pretty well," Simon commented.

"I don't like fluff or The Dashboard Confessionals and you suck at singing, so go away and get a life, and a singing tutor!" Carissa said harshly.

"Come on Rissa," Miss Crystal said, "Be nice, if I were in charge he'd be in so fast that you couldn't even say, Polly put the kettle on, kettle on, kettle on, Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have tea."

Jess walked to the front of the stage and turned to face Tancred. "Some interesting comments there, but overall I think they like you. Hope to see you next week. Do you have anything to say before you go?"

"I love you Emma!" he shouted, as he walked off the stage with a broad grin stretched across his face.

"Next up, we have a pair of newly reunited lovebirds, Mrs. Amy, and Mr. Lyell Bone! To carry on the fluff tradition, they will be singing, Something Stupid, originally by Frank and Nancy Sinatra, so take it away The Bone family."

I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you

I can see it in your eyes
You still despise the same old lines
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever
lines to say
To make the meaning come true
But then I think I'll wait until the evening
gets late
And I'm alone with you

The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you
I love you...

(ahhh, youngcough, cough love)

"I'm speechless, I'm truly speechless. That was breathtaking," Jess gushed.

Carissa scowled, "Get over the fluff already, I really truly hate it. And you sing bad too. Hmph!"

"OK," Simon started, "I think I may have been drugged or replaced with someone completely opposite to me because that was nice. Do you think that I'm being too nice? Do you? Huh? Huh?"

Miss Crystal glared at him, "Who are you and what have you done with Simon? You must be a fake so I'm going to call you Mimee. I know, I know a bit random, but hey, I can say whatever I want, I'm one of the bad guys. Um, sorry you guys, but you really sucked. Nice song choice though."

"Hey!" a voice called out from the audience, "How dare you say my parents sucked. If you say anything else mean I'll get my Uncle Paton in here and then you won't be able to see. So there!" Charlie ran to the front of the room and blew a big, wet raspberry, right in Miss Crystal's face.

"Hi Charlie," Jess said cautiously, "Please don't hurt me, but I think they kinda sucked too."

A bright red tomato came hurling toward Jess's head, soon followed by a huge pile of rotten vegetables and she ran off the stage crying.

Emma Tolly jumped up on stage and grabbed the microphone. "And so lady ladies and gentlemen, that concludes this weeks episode of Bloor's Talent Show. Come back next week for more amazing songs and performers. This is Emma Tolly, out."

As the lights started to dim, Tancred Torsson ran onstage. "I love you, Emma!"

A/N: Sorry, Gabriel Silk, I know I promised Asa, Ben or Gabriel, but I ran out of songs and judges comments. Please, everybody, review. I need inspiration, and sleep. Goodbye!