Dark Corner

So to keep this short. She performed really good and people believed us. Some asked why I was backstage and we told them I was her back up and her best friend. Which flattered me. So people took interest in her and the amount of followers she had on twitter quickly raised.

People loved her to say the least. When word spread out she quickly made it to the top. We had fans over all over world, and it felt so good to see how many people loved my voice.

We quickly got a management. we agreed that I would sing back stage. Her album Sunflower quickly made it to number one. She wrote one line of one of the songs. The other songs were written by professionals and me.

Yes me, I wouldn't publish something I wasn't part off. Our single Brightly got to number one and is still heard on the radio. It was all perfect. I made a new best friend, I had fans, people who actually loved my voice. Life couldn't get any better.

But I didn't know that the words from Samantha could ruin it so quickly.

"I want to meet them so badly. Did you know we have the same record label. I'm so excited. We have them scheduled at seven." This could be the words of a fangirl, who was going to meet her idol. And yes they were Samantha's idols. Well that's what she said

But usually she just likes them because they are famous. And when you're famous you're hot. And when you're in the most popular boy band on the world. Well then you're a God or something.

"Why didn't I hear of this before?" I asked and then Samantha looked at the ground. why hadn't I been told before? what was she hiding from me?

"Be-because you're actually just going to serve them." Anger boiled inside me. Just because I wasn't the face, or had good looks, I was just someone behind stage. "Thi- this wasn't my choice the producers wanted it." I sighed knowing she couldn't do a thing about it.

"Alright I guess. But if I don't sing that well tonight then you can't blame me." Sam smiled at me and hugged me sidewards. She truly is my best friend.

"But we have, no I have to get ready. See you here at seven. because we have to perform. they come to watch the show." she said excitedly.

What have I gotten myself into. A boy band? that isn't really my type. Not a pop boy band. Boy bands are okay, but I don't like people who sing pop songs. That's the reason why we don't really have them. A few, but that was because of management.

"Why does this always happen to me." I sighed. I went to our stylist and greeted her. Everyone liked me here, well from what I knew. Our stylist's name is Flora.

As I was saying. Most people around here who work backstage are nice to me, first I thought they pretended to like me out of pity. But then we actually became really close. I would be broken if they actually did it out of pity.

I talk with many people, am friends with many people. Know many secrets of them, I will let them cry on my shoulder, I will comfort them. We're a big family. Excluding Samantha. She may be my best friend. But she isn't fond on the people around her.

Well except the paparazzi, and hot boys and famous people. These people are like she said to 'low for her standards'.

"Hey." I smiled. When Flora turned around I saw this little baby in her arms, I smiled really happy she finally brought him to work. She was pregnant when she started tour, she needed the money because the father ran away but she didn't really mind, and the upcoming baby needed the money.

"He looks lovely. I'm so happy you finally brought him here." she went into labor on a night of our show. the show wasn't canceled. But I managed to stop it earlier then intended. I was there on time to see the baby for the first time. She even told me I could be like the aunt our something like that.

"I'm so happy you can finally see him. I showed him a picture of you and when I show it he quickly grabs it." I smiled happily at hearing this.

"That's so sweet. He's so young, but you can actually see he looks like you. ca-can I hold him?" I asked unsure. She smiled and Flora handed me her baby.

"He so sweet, and cute and lovely and he really looks like you." Flora laughed at that. He started playing with my hair and then the baby laughed the most adorable laugh ever.

"You know, the stylist of the One Direction boys is coming too. Samantha is going to perform with them. Did you know that? oh and their stylist has a baby too." she smiled happily.

"Really?" I asked. "I didn't know that. Will you excuse me." I smiled and she nodded. I gave her her baby back and she gave me a concerned look.

I quickly dialed Sam's number. "Sam!" I almost screamed. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to perform with One Dirction, did you think about singing yourself?" I asked angrily.

"Oh about that. You already know the song, so I thought it wouldn't matter. We did it before. Best Song Ever, you know." I sighed but agreeing, I would always agree no matter what. I was lower then her, wasn't I?

I smiled sadly at the ground but someone bumped into me. "I'm sorry Scar, are you alright?" one of the camera men asked, his name was George. I nodded my head, but I knew he wouldn't believe me.

"Come on Scar, you can tell me everything." he smiled a warm smile and I wanted to tell him everything what was on my mind. but I didn't, I just told him a part of what was bothering me.
"I need to sing a different song which wasn't planned to sing plus it isn't a song of ours and I need to learn it for tonight. It was just told to me over the phone." I sighed and I wasn't too sure if George believed me, but I didn't care at the momment.

"aw baby." he quickly hugged me. "management is just stupid for not putting you on stage but that horrible Samantha. she can't even hit a note. you're going to rock that song and I know it." he said and I almost had to cry, he was such a good man.

"Thanks George, really. but Samantha isn't that bad, she's nice if you get to know her." I defended my best friend. George chuckled.

"you're to good for your own good." He said and and hugged me again but was then called and he had to leave. I sighed again and went back to Flora. she was cuddling her baby and I nocked quietly on her door.

she looks up and she smiled. I don't know why, but people are giving me many smiles today. was something bad going to happen, to me? "hey Flora, I thought I would stop by because I probably have something 'special' to wear for tonight." I sighed. Flora nodded her head.

She put her baby down carefully and then looked trough her closet. She picked something out, it was a plain white shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Not my type of clothes. Not at all.
"Here, if you're dressed just give me a call. I'm ordered to get your hair in a ponytail or a bun." she said.

"But both don't stand me." I whined, my hair tied up is a mess really. Nothing stands on me, an the best I can do I just brush it and leave it like that for the day. It won't look proper either way.
"Then it's decided. You'll have a ponytail. Come on, they look cute on anybody. Just sit still for a moment and I'll be done." She said, I crossed my arms and let her do my hair.

"Oh dear, I guess you're right. A ponytail doesn't stand you, maybe we should have gone for the bun." she said. But I shook my head.

"Ah, doesn't matter really. It won't make me prettier anyway. So, I'm just going to change now." I said. Picking up my assigned clothes. I walked out Flora's room and went to find my dressing room.

"Scar, what happened to you. You look more hideous then normal." George said, so I don't mind people calling me ugly. Well not the people I'm close too. I know they don't mean to hurt me. I quickly notice if someone tries to hurt me.

"My ponytail that's what happened. Stupid management, have to be the stupid boy band waitress. Everything goes down hill today." I mumbled. I left George, not wanting him to ask questions. I quickly changed into the ugly clothing and left the dressing room.

"I hope my ponytail doesn't ruin my image. Ha, like that's the ponytail's fault."

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