Before making her on-stage debut in 2016, singer-songwriter Grace WanderWaal gave a brief sneak peek at her America’s Got Talent audition.
Grace said, “I’m doing my own song tonight, because I really think that it shows who I am,” when she was twelve years old. Although Grace was residing in New York at the time, she was born in Kansas.With luck. I really hope it does.
Indeed, to cut a very long tale short.
Grace gained the moniker “the next Taylor Swift” thanks to her outstanding performance.It also put her on a glitter-coated, affluent road. In Season 11, she won the $1 million prize on AGT.
Grace VanderWaal’s First AGT Examination
Judge Simon Cowell asked Grace if she thought she may win, to which she replied, “Miracles can happen, so possibly.”
When Simon asked her about the song she would be performing, she answered, “It’s about me.”The bulk of her school friends, she remarked, “don’t really know I sing.”
Her distinctive voice and method of fervent composing were initially noticed by her friends and AGT spectators.
With a ukulele accompaniment, Grace captivated the audience with her honest and poignant rendition of “I Don’t Know My Name,” a song about accepting one’s individuality.
I have no idea what my name is. “I don’t play by the rules of the game,” Grace sang.”You say I’m trying, and you’re right,”
Which decisions did the judges make?
The standing crowd fell hushed, chairs were occupied, and Grace braced herself to find out what the four judges thought of her audition.
Howie Mandel did not hesitate to express his opinions.
“This is a show about surprises,” he remarked.”You called yourself a miracle, and you are a beautiful walking miracle, in my opinion.”
Howie continued, citing a line from the song that said, “You’re original.”It is both right and wrong, in my opinion, for someone to not know your name, since everyone will know it. By now, they should be able to recognize your name.
Then he hit the Golden Buzzer, bringing Grace to the stage for her live performances. Howie rushed to give Grace a hug as she broke down in happy emotions.”You are amazing,” he told her.
Simon disclosed that Grace reminded him of a pop artist because of her ability to use her life experiences as inspiration for songs.”Grace, you know what I predict for you,” he uttered.I remarked, “You might be the next Taylor Swift.”
What a lovely young woman. Simon proclaimed, “What a wonderful personality,” to the other judges.
Amazing, Heidi Klum said.”That really is incredible.”
“She’s special,” Mel B said.
“Do you think you’re a star now?”Howie put a question to Simon.
“I think we’ve got a star,” Simon exclaimed, expressing his “annoyance” over not being included in the Golden Buzzer publicity.
Grace began her acting career in Stargirl and has since recorded CDs, having gained notoriety from her experience on America’s Got Talent. In Francis Ford Coppola’s Megalopolis, she portrays a pop star.
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My Daughter-in-Law Tossed My Belongings Out After Finding Out She Inherited the House, but Karma Came for Her That Very Day
The finality hit me when I turned to leave.
Dad was truly gone. I tightened my grip on the box as if holding onto it could somehow keep him with me. When I reached my car, silent tears were slipping down my cheeks.
I sat in the car and cried until my tears ran out. My phone beeped and rang several times, but it was just Matt. He was probably worried about me, but some grief you have to wade through alone.
The last thing I expected to find when I arrived home was my whole life strewn across the front lawn like some kind of unholy estate sale.
The wind picked up, scattering the memories I’d so carefully packed into boxes and hauled down from the attic.
Mom’s old recipes, her china, the worn plaid quilt Dad used to nap under, and all his books — it all lay out in the open, unprotected, as if they meant nothing. I stumbled out of my car, heart pounding.
“What in God’s name…” I muttered, my voice swallowed by the wind.
“Oh, good. You’re finally back. I was getting tired of waiting.”
There, perched on my patio furniture with her designer sunglasses and her too-bright lipstick, was Jessica. My daughter-in-law didn’t even glance up from her phone. She took a leisurely sip from her coffee, and her lips curved in a barely restrained smirk.
“Jessica… What is all this?” My eyes swept over the chaos, disbelief clamping down on my chest. “What are you doing?”
She glanced up, lowering her sunglasses just enough for me to see the disdain in her eyes. She waved a manicured hand dismissively.
“I’m doing what’s necessary. This is my home now, after all.”
A cold knot twisted in my stomach. “Your home? What are you talking about?”
“Looks like you should’ve attended the will reading.” Jessica held up a crisp piece of paper, and there was my father’s signature, clear as day, at the bottom. “Guess your dad knew who deserved it most, huh?”
I swayed, gripping the car door for support. “That’s impossible. Dad would never—”
“Oh, but he did.” She smirked, casually inspecting her perfect manicure.
“Signed, sealed, delivered. The house is mine now.” She leaned in close, her perfume, a cloying, artificial scent, invading my space. “I think it’s time you moved on, Hattie.”
A truck rumbled into the driveway, and my son, Matt, climbed out, his face twisting as he took in the scene. His boots crunched over the gravel as he approached, confusion deepening the crease between his brows.
“What the heck, Jess? First you run out of the lawyer’s office, and now you send me this weird text? What’s going on?” he asked, glancing from me to Jessica, his jaw tight.
She stretched, standing at last, looking smug and at ease in her towering heels. It made my skin crawl. “Like I said, I’m making some necessary changes, honey. And actually, there’s more you should know.”
Matt’s expression hardened with a flash of something I hadn’t seen before. “More than you throwing my mother’s belongings all over the yard?”
“Much more!” Jessica’s laugh was harsh. “I want a divorce.”
The word hung in the air like the final nail in a coffin. Matt’s mouth opened, then closed as he struggled to process. “What? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am.” Her voice was dripping with disdain. “I’ve spent enough years suffocating in this house, being made to feel like I don’t fit in, like I’m not good enough!” She gestured at the house with a sweep of her arm. “I need a fresh start.”
“You have no right—” I started, but she cut me off with a scornful wave.
“Oh, save it, Hattie. You never wanted me in this family. You looked down on me right from the start, judging me just because I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon. Well, now I’m finally getting what I deserve out of you people.”
Matt’s face shifted from bewilderment to anger, his fists clenched. “Everything my family said about you is true,” he said, voice low and trembling. “You really are a covetous witch.”
Jessica’s veneer cracked.
“And you’re a spineless mama’s boy!” she snapped. “Always running to her defense, always putting her first.” She sneered, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him. “It’s pathetic. You’re just as small-minded as she is.”
“Don’t you dare talk about my son that way!” My voice cut through the silence, sharper than I’d intended.
“I’ll do whatever I want, Hattie.” Jessica set her hands on her hips, her expression smug. “And there’s nothing either of you can do about it.”
“In fact,” Jessica continued. “The two of you had best hurry and clear your stuff off MY lawn, before I call the cops and have them arrest you both.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Matt yelled.
I numbly looked on as Matt confronted Jessica. None of this made sense! Dad hadn’t even liked Jessica! My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Dad’s lawyer.
His voice was a balm, calm and reassuring. “Hattie? I was just about to call you.”
“… really believed I liked you?” Jessica yelled in the background. “You were just a means to an end, a way for me to leave my old neighborhood behind. Now I have the house, I don’t need you anymore!”
“Please,” I whispered to the lawyer. “Tell me she’s lying. There’s no way Dad left his home to Jessica.”
There was a pause, then a warm chuckle.
“You’re right. Your father didn’t leave her the house. It was all a test to get her to show her true colors.”
“A…test?” Relief rushed through me, and I started laughing, tears gathering in my eyes. It was the kind of laugh that came from somewhere deep, a laugh that surprised even me.
Jessica’s face twisted, her confidence faltering. “What are you laughing at?”
“Oh, Jessica,” I managed, still shaking. “You really should have waited for the real will reading.”
“What?”
I let the satisfaction roll through me as I explained. “Dad never left you the house. It was fake — a test to get you to show your true character.”
Matt turned to Jessica, his face a storm of emotions. “Looks like Grandpa’s plan worked.”
Jessica’s eyes widened. She glanced between Matt and me as the realization of what she’d done sunk in. Her confident facade crumbled, her voice turning desperate as she scrambled to save face.
“Matt — baby, please.” She reached out, but he recoiled, the finality in his eyes unmistakable.
“I swear, I never meant it!” She pleaded. “I was just…upset, frustrated. You know I love you!”
He shook his head. “Save it. You want a divorce? You’ve got one.”
As Jessica stomped off the property, her heels sinking with each step, I felt an odd peace settle over me. Dad’s wisdom lived on, a quiet, guiding presence.
Matt and I gathered the remnants of my life from the grass, and I couldn’t help thinking that sometimes the real inheritance isn’t in a house — it’s in the lessons of who truly deserves to be in your life.
Dad would have been proud.
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