Grammy

A/N: I borrowed my moms laptop. Sorry for the long wait, I've had to sort out things.

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The air in the Staples Center buzzed with excitement. It was the 46th Annual Grammy Awards, and every seat was filled with the brightest stars in music, eagerly awaiting the next performance. The golden stage gleamed under the lights, the giant screens showing the faces of celebrities who were as nervous as they were thrilled. Whispers moved through the crowd, everyone knowing what was about to come next.

A booming voice echoed through the speakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Jaxon!"

The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers filling the massive arena. As Jaxon stood from his seat, a small, humble smile crossed his face. His heart raced, but his steps were calm and measured as he made his way to the stage. Dressed in an elegant black suit, the young artist ascended the stairs with a quiet confidence that only deepened as the audience's excitement grew.

Camera flashes exploded as Jaxon stepped into the spotlight. The crowd was still clapping, their anticipation at its peak, waiting for him to perform. He looked around, seeing familiar faces and strangers alike, all eyes locked on him. He took a deep breath and then, as if the world slowed down just for him, the beat dropped.

The smooth, haunting intro of "Skyfall" began to play.

Jaxon took his place at the microphone, gripping it with one hand while the other rested by his side. His eyes closed for a moment, as though he were centering himself before this monumental moment. When he opened them again, they sparkled under the lights, focused and determined. The crowd grew silent, and then, he sang

"This is the end

Hold your breath and count to ten

Feel the Earth move and then

Hear my heart burst again"

His voice was heavenly, effortlessly sliding through each note with precision and emotion. The crowd was mesmerized. Some sat forward in their seats, their eyes wide with awe, while others leaned back, letting his voice wash over them like a warm wave. At home, millions were glued to their screens, captivated by the way his voice seemed to reach into their hearts, as if he was singing directly to each of them.

The camera cut to Beyoncé and Jay-Z in the audience, both nodding in appreciation, clearly moved by the performance. Another shot showed André 3000 and Big Boi of OutKast, exchanging glances, clearly impressed. Jaxon had that effect—he could command the room with just his voice.

"For this is the end

I've drowned and dreamt this moment

So overdue, I owe them

Swept away, I'm stolen"

His voice climbed higher, swelling with emotion as he poured himself into the lyrics. There was a grace to the way he sang, as though the weight of every word held a lifetime of meaning. The audience was no longer just watching—they were in the song with him, feeling every rise and fall, every swell of the orchestra as the music built around his powerful voice.

"Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

At Skyfall"

The chorus rang out, and it was as if the whole room held its breath. Jaxon's voice was rich, layered, and full of a soulful energy that sent shivers down the spines of everyone listening. At home, viewers sat transfixed, some in tears as his voice reached them in ways few others could. His performance was raw, emotional, and hauntingly beautiful.

"Skyfall is where we start

A thousand miles and poles apart

Where worlds collide and days are dark

You may have my number, you can take my name

But you'll never have my heart"

Each note felt like it was pulled from deep within him. The way he sang, the control he had over his voice, it was almost hypnotic. He wasn't just singing—he was telling a story, one of love, loss, and resilience. The intensity in his voice made the performance feel larger than life, yet deeply personal.

"Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

At Skyfall"

As the song reached its climax, Jaxon's voice soared, filling every inch of the arena. The lights dimmed, focusing on him, as if the world had faded away and there was only Jaxon and his voice. The power and clarity of his final notes reverberated through the room, leaving the audience spellbound.

"Where you go, I go

What you see, I see

I know I'd never be me

Without the security

Of your loving arms

Keeping me from harm

Put your hand in my hand

And we'll stand"

He closed his eyes as he hit the final notes, giving everything he had in those last few moments. His voice was like a prayer, both fragile and fierce. The audience was completely lost in his world.

"Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

We will stand tall

Face it all together

At Skyfall"

As the final word left his lips, *Skyfall*, there was a beat of silence. And then, the crowd erupted. The audience was on its feet, cheering, clapping, shouting his name. The thunderous applause echoed through the arena, filling the space with energy. The cameras panned across the crowd, showing tear-streaked faces and smiling celebrities, all rising to their feet in respect for what they had just witnessed.

Jaxon smiled humbly, taking it all in, before stepping back from the microphone and giving a small bow. The lights faded as he exited the stage, leaving the audience in awe of the young artist who had just taken them on an unforgettable journey.

As the applause died down, the night's hosts—comedians known for their playful banter—returned to the stage.

"Man, what a performance, huh? I'm not crying, you're crying," one of the hosts joked, wiping an imaginary tear.

His co-host chuckled. "Alright, alright, let's get to the reason we're all here. The nominees for Album of the Year are…" A dramatic pause as they looked down at their cards. "Beyoncé!"

The crowd cheered wildly.

"OutKast!" More applause, along with a few whistles.

"Jay-Z!" The audience roared again.

"And… Jaxon!" The screams and cheers were deafening as Jaxon's name was called, his performance still fresh in everyone's minds.

The hosts dragged out the moment, cracking a few more jokes before finally saying, "And the Grammy goes to… Jaxon Gale!"

The crowd exploded, standing in ovation as Jaxon returned to the stage. His smile was genuine, his eyes shimmering under the lights. As he approached the podium, he took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking into the microphone.

"I—I don't know what to say," he started, his voice soft but warm. "This… this is unreal. Causing the crowd to clap encouraging him. First, I want to thank the orphanage, my family, and most importantly, Leah, for supporting me on my path to joining the big stage."

His words were heartfelt, and as he spoke Leah's name, the camera cut to her in the audience, smiling proudly. The crowd clapped, their applause a mixture of respect and admiration for the young artist who had stolen the night.

Jaxon gave one last wave before stepping off the stage. As he returned to his seat, he shook hands with his signed artists and embraced Leah in a tight hug. The night went on, but for Jaxon, this moment—the music, the applause, the Grammy—would be something he'd never forget.

A/n: yes last time. With these last steps in place, pior chapters were to set a background for the Mc.

Yet people still be complaining