So here's my next story :3 I wasn't too sure about We're in it together cause 1st person is a little out of my comfort zone but I'm really excited to be writing this. A nice short prologue to introduce you to the story so enjoy :D
Happy Reading xxx

"Sit still Chelsea!" The old frail woman tugged on Chelsea's freshly dyed blonde hair. She was a cruel looking creature. A hard stern face with piercing blue eyes, her greying hair was brushed behind her ears. Chelsea screwed up her face as this woman harshly brushed her hair.

"I don't want to do this mother!" She shouted at the mirror. Her mother only brushed her hair harder, Chelsea winced.
"What do you mean? Of course you do." She snapped at Chelsea as she pulled the hair into an up do.

Chelsea sighed and gazed around the dressing room. Red curtains draped over the small windows, the walls and the floor were of a cream colour. It was quite an empty room with just a clothes rack, dressing table and a small table of food.

"Besides, you've said this time and time again. Don't worry about what you want and just focus on the money." Her mother smirked; she turned to face Chelsea as she did her make up. Chelsea rolled her eyes.

"I don't care about the money, you have enough of it anyway," Chelsea shouted. Her mother widened her eyes, startled by her daughter's outburst. "Why can't I live my own life?" Her mother jumped forward so her nose was millimetres from Chelsea's .

"Listen you," She hissed, "You should be happy and grateful to me. You have thousands of fans that adore your singing, remember, you've always wanted that." Chelsea stood up in temper causing her mother to back away slightly.

"You mean thousands of fans that adore Marie Gold's singing? It's not even my voice where you've auto tuned it so much. And you're wrong, I've never wanted this, you heard me singing one of my songs and all you thought about was money. As per usual." She spat.

Her mother's eyes narrowed as she slapped Chelsea's face to which she collapsed back down into the chair. Chelsea's eyes watered in pain as she held her throbbing cheek. Her mother slammed her hand against the dressing table causing Chelsea to jump.

"How dare you speak to me like that young lady!" She screamed, "You know and I know that you have a voice like a cat being strangled. You know we need the money since your father left us in a bad way as did your brother. If your sister were around now she'd be a much better candidate. She had a voice like an angel."

Her mother brushed Chelsea's hand away from her cheek as she looked at the red hand mark. "That's nothing a bit of concealer can't hide." She smirked as she smeared the liquid over her cheek.

"They only left because you're an alcoholic and a control freak. I want to do the same." Chelsea mumbled low enough so her mother couldn't hear.

-/-

The two remained silent as Chelsea's mother prepared her for the show. Chelsea stared at her alter ego in the mirror.

As stated before, her blonde hair was pulled into an up do with curled bangs framing her face, of which looked flawless. Half-moon glasses enhanced her ocean blue eyes and a black chocker wrapped around her neck. Her outfit included a white cropped blazer over a strapless pastel blue cocktail dress. White stilettos added height to her petite frame.
Marie Gold's signature look.

A wave of pain hit Chelsea's head like a bullet. She closed her eyes and grunted hoping the pain would go away. She tried massaging her temples before reaching for her bag for paracetamol. Her hand trembled as she took a glass of water and the little capsule.

"What's the matter with you?" Her mother sneered.

"Just another headache." Chelsea said quietly.

"Well you better feel better for the show. I'll be back at 6 to take you there, that's an hour." She said as she slammed the dressing room door.

-/-

Chelsea sat down and lent against the dressing table, her hands holding her head. She fell deep in thought.

'All my mother wants is for me to actually become Marie Gold, after all, she brings in all the fame and fortune. I'm just the puppet to become my mother's vision.
I started off wearing a blonde wig but now mother dyes my hair. My style of clothes is quite tomboyish, now my wardrobe is full of Marie's fancy dresses. My mother has even begun to start calling me Marie. Me, Chelsea, will just disappear and Marie will take my place.
I want to get away from this, I want my life, I want to be Chelsea. I don't want to sing as Marie or have my voice auto tuned. In fact, I don't want to sing at all.'

Chelsea's headache disappeared as her mother walked in. She hadn't realised how fast the hour had gone, she thought it was only 5 minutes.

-/-

"Marie," She grabbed Chelsea by the elbow as she dragged her towards the stage door, "Come on or you're going to be late. You don't want to disappoint your fans do you?" She said as they approached the stage area. The screaming fans were in earshot. Backstage was very dark with wires hanging around everywhere. There must have been at least 30 staff running their errands to ensure the show was going to be a success.

"Of course not." Chelsea smiled sweetly. A show organiser went up to Chelsea and handed her a glittery blue microphone. She snatched it off of him, he looked down as his suddenly empty hand and back up at Chelsea. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You're on in 2 Miss Gold." He said as Chelsea strutted up to the stage entrance. She gripped the microphone tightly as the stage door opened and her adoring fans screamed louder as they took sight of her.

Chelsea took centre stage as she waved to the large crowd of thousands.

"Hello New York!" She bellowed into her mic, still waving. The crowd screamed even louder. "Let's get this show going!" She turned and nodded to one of the show organisers.

She held her mic to her glossy lips, ready for her cue.
The stage lights flashed and the background dancers entered the stage. It was hopefully going to be her last show…

So what do you think? Let me know x
Until next time :3