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Tee takes the stage and the crowd erupts. She grabs the mic and the music begins, softly, gently. Tee stands under a single spotlight, her eyes dewy from the glare and the profound moment. She begins to sing, softly but earnestly, her eyes making contact with her audience, her notes pure, touching each and every one. Her voice builds, the song grows; it seems impossible such true, lovely sound is coming from this one solitary person. The audience members’ smallest hairs on the back of their necks all raise as if on cue as Tee reaches her crescendo…then-- Silence for seconds, which seem like days. Then pandemonium…the crowd rushes the stage, enveloping Tee, praising her, blessing her for the gift of song she has given them. The cameras pan over the melee and then turn toward the judges. Randy is standing pounding his hands together almost violently, his head shaking slightly back and forth at the spectacle…no, the miracle he has just seen and heard. Next, Paula…who is passed out, but, ya know. And then the camera pans to Simon’s face. The room again is hushed—stunned into silence as his countenance appears on all of the screens…tears streaming, pouring down his face. Simon stands. Simon speaks: “Tee is the winner,” Simon says.
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