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Some are a melody and some are the beat

Choosing is always difficult.

My warrior attitude from earlier was long gone. I was totally lost and I didn’t know what to do. If I decide not to change the song, I can say good bye to my dreams. And I can have a chance to win if I forget my wishes and my convictions. I don’t want to be eaten by the system! What do they know about music after all? They’re just white collars! They don’t know whats going on there, on this stage, between those walls, they never came to a show, and they think that they can tell me what I should do?! Actually they can, because they’re the ones ginving money to the show, so basically, I’m here thanks to them. Oh that sucks!

I was hidden in a corner, with the hope that no one would notice me. I just wanted to be alone to think about what I should do. I left Mika’s loge without looking backwards and I wasn’t ready yet for the fight. I don’t want to disappoint him! He trusted me! He helped me, and believed that I could win since the very beginning! And I should be ungrateful? I don’t want to be that kind of person! I just want to make him proud of me, and tell him that all the hours we spent working really hard were worth it! But this song is important to me.. This is a bit of my story, and I wanted to sing it.

- What are you doing here by yourself?

I heard the husky British voice asking me. Harry was just in front of me, looking down at me. I failed in my task! But I’m quite glad that he found me though..

- Hiding from everyone..
- Oh ok, I’ll let you alone then.
- No! You can.. stay if you want to! (I was grimson red)
- Cool, I need a pause anyway. So tell me ginger, what’s going on?

I chuckled at the nickname. I never assumed my colour of hair, saying that I wasn’t red-headed (and I wasn’t!) until I decided to totally assume it and made it copper red. I like it now, and I totally assume! But nobody called me ginger before, and I’ve got to say that I like it, especially if it comes from Harry.

- The producers want me to change the song I’ll sing tonight, but I don’t want to. If I refuse, they will got me expelled from the show and I don’t want it either. I’m in trouble..
- What’s the song?
- Ca fait mal by Christophe Maé
- Never heard before..
- It’s normal, he’s not famous enough to be known in other countries! He’s not even really liked here. Except for composing songs that look a lot like the others.. But I like his song, it reminds me of my own story..
- Why do they want you to change the song?
- They think that it’ll look like I’m crying the whole song, that it’ll be boring and that I’ll be complaining during 3 minutes… blah blah blah... I hate them!
- Do you know what to do? he gently asked.
- Nope… (I buried my head behind my hair) Do you have any idea?
- I think that you should listen to them... Indeed they’ve got power, and there’s nothing you can do against them. You’re nothing to them for the moment. But when you’ll be strong enough, you’ll speak up and shout out, and you’ll be able to fight for what you believe in. That’s what we did with the boys, and it actually worked.
- What do you mean? I slowly asked.
- About the solos that Lou and Ni could get. They’ve got almost nothing in the first album, and slowly, the number of solos increase album after album. Because we started to speak up and to say that we disagreed. You should try this.
- But what if I don’t have the opportunity to fight for my belief? What if I never am stronger? I would have compromised myself and I would hate myself…
- Maybe, but isn’t it worth the try?
- You may be right… (We remained silent for a minute. I then faced him.) Thanks Harry.
- Anytime love! (He hugged me. That feels so good!)
- I should go and tell Mika that I accept. That means that I’ll have a lot to do! See you later!
- I do hope! Bye!

I walked to Mika’s loge, feeling better, even if I had some doubts.

Harry’s POV (for the first time!)
I took my phone out of my pocket and texted Mika: “She’s agrees for the change.” He quickly replied: “I’m with her. Great job mate! See ya later!” I walked in the opposite direction. What the hell have I done?

Notes

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Comments

@Marbleskin
Ok!!:):):)
@Mrs__styles_bandgeek
Thanks for your comment! I hope you gonna like what's coming next!
Okay. This is AWESOME. you rock!!!:):):) Ik you're from France but ur mistakes aren't that bad!:):)
love the story!!! Update! Oh and I was sad too about the guy from F&F.:,(