Author's Note:Hey guys! So I wrote the first few chapters of this story, but I want to make sure you guys like it before continue. So, I don't know if you guys have seen my other stories, and where I posted my A/N. But, either way I'm still deciding which story to do, based on the reviews and PMs I got it, its mostly a tie, so I might just break it down to favorites and followers. But, anyways I hope you enjoy this new story, its based off he movie Beyond the Lights, but with Divergent characters!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the content in this story except for my future OC's. I don''t any of the Divergent characters, and do not own this plot. All credits go to Veronica Roth and the writers of Beyond the Lights.
Chapter 1
Be my woman girl, and I'll be your man
be my woman girl, and I'll be our man
I finish performing my new song with David Guetta; "Hey Mama" and all i can hear is the roaring sound of the crowd. It's deafening, and I feel as if my eardrums might burst. After saying a quick thank you to the crowd, David and I walk of the stage. I ignore all my crew members, and just continue the path leading outside the stadium, where my ride waits. As soon as I hop in the car followed by my main bodyguards Peter and Eric, I am bombarded with voices.
"That was an amazing show, Bea!"
"You did really good tonight."
"The crowd was on fire!"
"Yeah you really kill-"
"Get out now, please and thank you." I cut them off before they can anymore. I'm really just not in the mood for anybody to talk to me. They all stare at me, so I give them a cold glare and they jump out of the car and head back into the stadium, all except my best friends; Christina and Eric.
"Look, I'm not trying to be rude, but please just don't even talk to me right now." They oblige, and don't speak for the rest of the ride. I stare at the window, looking at beautiful city light of Los Angeles. Soon enough, we arrive at the hotel, and i hop out of the car without saying a single word, but of course as soon as my foot touches the ground I am bombarded by the paparazzi.
"Bea, is it true you and David are hooking up?"
"Are your new songs the same style as the others?"
"Is it true that you almost fired your aunt, as you manager?"
"What's up with your new look tonight?" I tune them out after that one, and continue to walk, honestly wondering the same thing. I thought tonight would be like any other night, I dress up in some slightly revealing outfit, and sing some lame songs about sex and drugs…you know, the usual. But, tonight was actually different, and not exactly a good different either. Sure, I still sang my usual meaningless, crappy songs, but this time my look was different. They had me dye my hair a lilac purple, with dark blue highlights and hair extensions down to my butt. I had on a black leather skirt that they had pulled up past my bellybutton and barely covered my butt, an extremely tight, purple strapless shirt, with a pair of knee-high black biker boots to go with it. Basically, I looked like a stripper, instead of a musician. I am extremely pissed off because I specifically told the I didn't want to look like this, but apparently its "all about making money baby". This whole night has been terrible, and now all I want to do is get away from the world. I walk down the hall to get to my hotel room, Christina and Eric right behind me. I spot the security guard standing by my door, and quickly walk up to him to whisper "Don't let them in my room, tonight I don't want company." He nod his head, and I walk into my room, faintly hearing him telling them to go before the door shuts completely. The glare of a half empty bottle of wine catches my attention immediately, I know I shouldn't but right now I couldn't care less. I grab the bottle and start drinking while making my way to the balcony, were on the 7th floor, and the view is breathtaking. The more I drink, the louder the voices become. It gets to the point where I've drunk so much, the voices are all that I hear. People telling me to do this, dress like that, to act like this, dance like that, and sing like this. I'm so sick and tired of all this shit, so i let it all out. I sob as loud as I possibly can, tear after tear runs down my face, and I don't think they'll ever stop. There's a deep pain inside my chest, I feel it slowly spreading throughout the rest of my body. My head throbs, my vision blurs, and soon all I can see is the railing of the balcony. I hear nothing but the voices in my head, and all I feel is an immense pain. I try to think about my parents, and all the happy memories we had back when they were alive. I think of my brother, back when we were still siblings. I miss them all so much, and suddenly it al just becomes to much. I faintly hear the sound of the hotel door opening, but I'm already sitting on the railing. I don't remember walking or climbing over here, but I can't bring myself to get down, even as I hear the screams of my aunt. I can't make out what she's saying, so I turn around only to see the security guard standing there with her. He looks scared…worried, almost as if he could care. I turn around, and prepare myself to jump. The sound of cars beeping their horns, and people's voices suddenly make their way up to my ear. It's loud, too loud for me to think. I feel a presence near me, and look at the man right behind me.
"Don't do it ma'am, please just come back over."
"Why? I mean what's the point anymore, my family is gone, my music label treats me like a prisoner, and nobody sees me."
"I see you."
"No, not like that. You see me, but you don't see me. You don't know who I really am, no one truly sees me. So what's the point?"
"Trust me, I see you. I know who you really are, so please come back over, for me." He takes a step towards me, and I panic. I jump.
Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, I'm a bit rusty right now, but I promise my writing will improve as the story progresses. Please leave comments and ideas in the reviews, thanks Graham Crackers!