This is not like 'Two Worlds' by babedarlingpotter yes, it is indeed a fantastic story, but I did not base this story on it. I based it a bit on Hannah Montana, but, not much, Bella, in my story at least, is not like Miley or herself, not a Mary Sue, she's Evangeline Night. I put a bunch of new characters in, but many of them are only gonna be mentioned once or twice, enjoy ;3
I don't own anything, I'm not getting anything, but hopefully your fantastic reviews by writing this.
"Now, give it up for Evangeline Night!" Shouted one of the girls over me, on the stage who were my vocalists, not that I specifically needed them, they didn't really sing at all, but they were my friends, and I loved them, but my two vocalists, Christine and Scarlet, were twins, so I wasn't really sure who shouted that. I think it was Scarlet, though.
The music of my song "Not like that" started, and that was my cue, I started singing, then.
I feel oh so glamorous, looking super fabulous
Sometimes I'm insecure, something I can't ignore
All the flashy cameras, try my best to handle it
I'm just the girl next door, I can hear the rumors take off
Scarlet and Christine started singing softly, barely singing at all. And I jumped up of the transparent box they had put me in under the stage, and the crowd of people went wild.
All the girls in the club got their eyes on me
I can tell by the look that they want to be
Be hot, hot, hot like that
But it's not, not, no it's not like that
All the girls in the club got their eyes on me
They put me down 'cause of jealousy
But I'm not, not, not that girl
And it's not, not, no it's not my world
So many girls be checkin' my style,
Checkin' my style, checkin' my style
So many girls be checkin' my style
But I don't even care, no
I move in mysterious, ways that got them curious
They're looking at what I'm wearing
Standing on the sidelines staring
Taking every chance I get
To find who I'm going with
I just wish they'd see, what I'm like in real life
Scarlet and Christine, again.
So many girls be checkin' my style,
Checkin' my style, checkin' my style
So many girls be checkin' my style
But I don't even care, no
What's good I'm weak no longer
In life it's making me stronger
What I like I'm a get that
Like a quick cat, no I won't quit that, you heard me
You'll find that I'm just like you
And I do the same things you do
The type of chick that hits spots, in my flip-flops
Listening to Hip-Hop, you feel me
Again, now.
So many girls be checkin' my style,
Checkin' my style, checkin' my style
So many girls be checkin' my style
But I don't even care, no
I heard lot's of commotion coming from the crowd, I lifted my hand which had my microphone on it, and hung my head down, I looked up to them, and beamed, I just loved my fans. They were all that made me myself, Evangeline Night.
*~*
I collapsed into my chair. This had been a tiring concert, but I bet the dancers were even more tired than me, they had to wear wigs and stuff. I didn't. Not to brag, but almost every teenager in America wanted to have the dark brown hair with golden highlights I normally had, I'd inherited the golden highlights from my gram, Marie. My natural golden eyes were thanks to my puberty, I used to have plain brown eyes, now I have golden eyes, I loved them. The best is that they were all natural. My fans had a debate about that in a website I reckon I checked out a few months ago, about whether my eyes and hair were natural, I posted on it. It got a few million more hits. I loved my life, it was just perfect, now.
I then remembered I was still wearing my outfit, I'd changed outfits 9 times, tonight. I'd done only 9 songs, average for me, I guess. I grabbed my black jacket, and put it over the dress I was wearing, I'd been wearing a dress to sing the last song only, though. "How does she know" was a really nice pop-rock song I wrote out for the movie Enchanted. Obviously, I did not have a boyfriend, that's why my songs are rarely about love, that's why I'm usually criticized so much, I never go out. And when I do go out, it's usually a girls night out, I've never even been kissed anywhere but on my cheek, so it's really normal for me not do romantic movies, or a role who has a boyfriend or anything. I usually do horror movies, or comedies. Back to my problem, I decided just to go to the restroom. So I grabbed my purple Adidas bag and walked to it.
After I had changed into a black tank top with black skinny jeans and red jacket with normal black converse, I still have to put up with the paparazzi, but I don't find it annoying, at all. A while back, Magazines found out that if they don't have me on their edition, it won't be sold by far. That was good for my career, like most of the things my manager and mother, Renee, chooses for me to do. Think about the devil and the devil shall appear.
As I was walking out of the bathroom, my mum walked in front of my and shoved a magazine into my face, very strange of her to do, she was always a loving, nice mother to me.
"What is this?!" She was in hysterics, her brown eyes bugging out. I put the magazine away from my face and saw the front. It was a picture of me in it, but there was nothing wrong with it. However, with the text, there was. It was People magazine, nothing more, nothing less.
Evangeline into drugs?
I gasped, "What the hell? Why does it say I'm into drugs?!" I exclaimed.
"Well, you tell me why, Evangeline! I don't follow you everywhere, I do not know what this is about! I am not the one who apparently is into drugs!"
I quickly looked for the article, page 43.
Evangeline Solaria Night, an idol for every teenage girl, or someone to hate for jealousy, a unreachable dream for every teenage boy, now is the fame getting to her head? It was to expect, there's probably no person on America or Europe who doesn't know her name. But now, I was expecting for her to become a Playboy or something, not for her to be into drugs. From what I know, she isn't friends with Lindsay Lohan or anything, so why does she out of a sudden become a junkie?
Below it, there was a picture of me and an older man who was passing me a little Ziploc bag with white stuff on it. I didn't know whether to laugh or to gasp, I choked, that was my mother's boyfriend, Phil, and he was passing me lemonade. Yeah, I couldn't even go out to get lemonade to Wal-Mart or paparazzi would drown me with questions of whether I was broke. My favorite lemonade was artificial, and it only came in Ziploc bags.
"Mum! That is Phil, he was bringing me lemonade from Wal-Mart! Don't you remember?!" I choked, again. She looked thoughtful, and then she gasped and grabbed me by my shoulders, shaking me gently, and brought me into her embrace.
"Oh, honey, I am so sorry I reacted like that, I should've known. Let me make a few calls and we'll clear this mess up." She patted my cheek and grabbed my hand.
"Where are we going?"
"We're going home, I need to get everything ready for your interview in Good Morning America tomorrow." I nodded, GAM always helped clear off rumors.
*~*
I woke up at 5:35 am with my internal clock, and quickly went to my room's digital clock cord and disconnected it. I hated that thing. I half-ran to my bathroom, seeing as I had less than half an hour, and took a quick shower. After I was done showering, I grabbed some random outfit from my huge closet, which I finally saw was a pair of black skinny jeans with a white cardigan that was mostly covered by black splashes of paint along it, a white tank top under it, black, ankle-length high heeled gray boots and a black blazer that went three quarters of my arm with purple folded arm endings. I put a black fishnet glove on my right hand, it matched my black nail-polished nails, and made my way downstairs. Renéemade me hurry up and eat my cereal, I did so, and noticed it was already 7: 30, I had half an hour to get to the show.
*~*
Every week's the same
Stuck in school, so lame
My parents say that I'm lazy
Getting up at 8, is crazy
Tired being told what to do
So unfair
So uncool
Day's too long
And I'm holding on
Till I hear the bell ring
Cause it's the time when, the time when
We're gonna breakout,
Let the party start,
We're gonna stay out,
Gonna break some hearts,
We're gonna dance till the dance floor falls apart,
Uh-Oh! all over again,
We're gonna wake up,
Everyone we know ,
We're gonna have some fun,
Gonna lose control,
Feels so good, to let go-oh-oh
Hangin' out is just something we like to do
With my friends and the mess we get into,
These are the lessons that we choose
Not a buck for the things we'll never use
The day's too long
and I'm holding on
Till I hear the bell ring
Cause it's the time when, the time when
We're gonna breakout,
Let the party start,
We're gonna stay out,
gonna break some hearts,
we're gonna dance till the dance floor falls apart,
Uh-Oh! all over again,
We're gonna breakout,
Everyone we know,
We're gonna have some fun,
We're gonna lose control,
It feels so good, to let go
I wish it would never end
Spendin' time with my friend
Oh, with my friends
We're gonna breakout,
Let the party start,
We're gonna stay out,
gonna break some hearts,
We're gonna dance till the dance floor falls apart,
Uh-Oh! all over again,
We're gonna wake up,
Everyone we know,
We're gonna have some fun,
We're gonna lose control,
It feels so good, to let go
We're gonna breakout,
Let the party start,
We're gonna stay out,
gonna break some hearts,
We're gonna dance till the dance floor falls apart,
Uh-Oh! all over again,
We're gonna wake up,
Everyone we know,
We're gonna have some fun,
We're gonna lose control,
It feels so good, to let go
"Thank you!" I shouted as I blew the audience a kiss. George Stephanopoulos was clapping, I smiled as I walked over to sit down on the red couch across from his.
"So, Evangeline, I've heard some rumors about you into drugs, is that true?" he asked me, I loved that about George, he always got to the point pretty quickly. I laughed freely, but it was a tight sound.
"Of course not, I thought people knew me better than that, I would never do that. Just like a year ago, when they thought I had a tattoo, I'd never, ever do that, I'm too much of a wimp."
The interview went smoothly after that, and I was happy to get that off my chest, but I felt something was coming. And I was right, as soon as I arrived home in my limo, my mother was talking quietly into the phone, quietly?Renée's never quiet. I stood there for a few moments, and she sighed as she closed her cell phone.
"Bella, you're moving to Forks." Was all she said for me to go into shock, Forks? Like, with my dad? She rarely ever called me by my birth name, Isabella Marie Swan. To her and everyone else, except my dad, I was Evangeline Solaria Night.
"What? Why, I mean, what have I done wrong?!" I shouted, exasperated.
"Nothing at all, honey, it's just, it's too much drama, stay quiet for a while, the paparazzi won't know where to find you, just, please, do this for me, think of your father, too, you haven't been to Forks since you were 14, do you remember? You could use this as some quality time with him." I looked down, and swallowed loudly. She wanted me to move to Forks, that's what she was telling me, well, might as well get this over with, I just nodded helplessly and went to my room, to start packing, I got a great shock when I saw everything was already packed and ready to go, my mum came over to my door. Sobbing, she hugged me, and as she left, she quietly spoke.
"You're leaving in an hour."