Jamie Pugh stepped onto the Britainβs Got Talent stage with the sort of nervousness that makes your hands tremble and your breath come in shallow bursts. He was soft-spoken, quiet in the way of someone used to blending in: a man who worked two jobs, delivering pizzas at night and driving a van by day. He admitted up front that the whole audition felt like an experimentβhe wanted to know if he could sing in front of a live audience, because until that moment he had never done anything like it. There was a humility in his voice as he spoke, a smallness that made the vastness of the theatre behind him feel even larger.
