Hi, this is my first fanfiction, I did start one a while ago but never finished it but I am determined to finish this one especially since it's the summer holidays so I have no excuse. I have the majority of the plot figured out so updates should be regular :)
Why am I doing this?! Was the thought running through Christine's head as she gave herself one last look over in the mirror. Her blonde hair, looking almost golden, flowed around her face before coming to rest just below her shoulders. Her clear blue eyes were vacant and seemed to be far away whilst the rest of her face gave away just how nervous she was. Wondering how she ended up in the position she was now in, she cast her bind back to a day ago.
"Aww, come on Chris! Even you can't give up an opportunity like this! " Meg turned her pleading eyes to her best friend, "Especially after my mum went through so much to get it for you…" She then proceeded to stick out her bottom lip whilst bashing her eyebrows.
Christine couldn't help it and had to laugh."That really doesn't suit you Meg" before sighing, "Fine, but I'm doing it for your mum, not you. I owe her so much if it wasn't for her when my Father passed away I would have ended up on the streets."
Despite the sadness behind Christine's words Meg gave a delighted squeal before launching herself at Christine and hugging her tight. Christine just rolled her eyes already feeling nervous. Meg's mum was the manager of one of the most exclusive clubs in London. The reason it was exclusive? Well it was owned by a Mr Destler, again… why so exclusive? Well, he was the owner of a huge music company anything to do with music, they were involved with, thing is, no one had ever seen him. Oh there were a few, but those select few dare not day a word. No one knew if it was because they were scared or just wanted the publicity for the company. Either way, it worked.
"Five minutes Miss Daee" a voice spoke from behind the door. Christine blinked out of her reverie. She could feel herself trembling with nerves and although not very religious sent a silent prayer up to her father.
Dad, if you're listening please help me, give me strength. You were always the reason I sang and now you're not here I don't know what to do. I feel so lost.
She opened her eyes and caught the reflection of herself as a single tear rolled from her crystal, blue eyes. She took a deep breath and tried to blink the rest away before heading out of her door and making her way to the stage.
She vaguely remembered seeing Mrs Giry before walking onto the stage but it all blurred into one until the moment she got up onto stage and then everything came into sharp focus. She felt panic rise in her throat and swallowed trying to get rid of it. She spotted Meg in the crowd giving her an encouraging smile. Christine closed her eyes and recalled all the memories of her father, her angel of music and his promise to send her a new one when he passed away. Tonight, I will sing for you Papa.
The music started playing softly and with her eyes closed she began to sing.
Fighting for the things you gave me
I want to share your love
Feeling like a wounded soldier
Strength is not enough
And I can't win this battle on my own
As she came to the chorus she felt herself get wrapped up in the music and all the grief and loneliness she felt started to come through, she could feel tears from her eyes as the emotions from the past year found their release. She opened her eyes and looked to the back of the room where she made out a white mask which seemed to be floating, it contrasted with the dark background of the club and was surprised that no one else seemed to pay any attention to it. For the rest of the song she let herself believe that it was her new angel of music and sang for him. When she let herself believe this her voice suddenly became stronger and life seemed to flow back into her.
Your songs are stored inside my heart
So break me apart
It's for your glory
As she came to a finish there was a moment of silence before an eruption of applause. Meg was smiling broadly at her, her face full of pride for her best friend but Christine hardly noticed as she looked for the floating white mask, but it had gone. She felt a tug of sadness as realized it must have been her imagination mixed with the promises her father had made that caused her to see it. She walked resignedly off stage where she locked herself in her dressing room and cried. She hadn't cried once since her father died, instead feeling a sort of numb shock and now, over a year later it had all come to the surface and she broke down all because she sang. Between sobs she vowed to herself she would never sing again.
"Why do you cry angel?"
Christine jumped in fear as a voice spoke to her, a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and yet seemed to come from nowhere.
A/N
Song is "For your Glory" from the TV show: Nashville.
I thought it was very fitting for missing someone who used to be the inspiration of your music.
Please R & R
:) xx