Author's note: Fear not my lovers, Music of the Night will be continued. I'm just playing around with this crazy story idea I had suddenly popped in my mind while I was typing Chapter 15. I had been playing this idea back and forth and I decided why not put it on here? I'm putting it up here for enjoyment for all you Phan. So here it is! 3 And I'm interested to see where this is going. And yes Music of the Night is still continuing so do not fret my little angels of music. I'm still continuing. Surprise :D However in my mind, I feel like this is similar to Music of the Night. I don't know, maybe it's just me.
Sounds of hard drums pounding mixing in with the guitar as they both echoed simultaneously in the arena. The crowd was loving it as they screamed and head bang along with the pop rock music. Suddenly behind the stage rose the neon letters shaped as Nicki, blinking a bright pink light. The crowd went wild as a slim figure appeared on the stage.
She had short black hair that was sticking to her face and neck due to singing and dancing previously before. She gave a small smile to her audience and winked her brown eyes at one guy.
"I love you!" A girl screamed, waving a bright green poster with the words in bold 'Marry Me'. She chuckled into the microphone. Nicki was finally here. On the stage with a huge crowd before her eyes. So long had she dreamed of this day. To be a rock star. To be loved. To be…famous. Of course, Nicki didn't had it to easily to reach this certain goal.
She had hurt so many people to get what she wanted. Of course she didn't sleep with anyone, just simply used her charm and lies. And now here she was, ready to sing her single debut- Rock Me.
"Are my rockers having a good time?" She asked through the microphone. She got a response of uproar from the audience.
"I can't hear you!" She shouted, lifting the microphone towards the audience. The cheer was louder and raucous which formed a smile on Nicki's lips.
"Stop fooling around and sing!" Joe's voice rang through her earpiece. She looked back at her band members, giving them a nod to get started. The drummer raised his sticks, beating rhythmically before pounding hard, rhymic beats. Nicki nodded her head to the beat and listened as the guitar joined in, producing a trance like music.
Suddenly, her backup dancers appeared, coming up from the bottom of the stage in position. She looked back at the crowd to see they were raising their arms, dancing to the music. Nicki raised the microphone to her lips and sang the words she knew by heart. She was finally living her dream.
"Good show tonight, Nicki!" One of the stage hand said, giving her a double thumbs up. She mirrored the thumbs with a smile.
"Hey, thank! It wasn't me though. You guys did this all to make an awesome show!" The hallway produced a loud cheer from everyone as Joe pushed them out of his way. He was wearing his usual black clothes to slim down his weight, the sunglasses on his head as always.
"Alright, alright. Make room. Give her some air to breathe!" When the crowd disperse, Nicki was left with Joe. He handed her a Dasani water bottle and she gladly took it, gulping down the cool liquid to quench her thirst.
"You did great tonight, Nicki. The people of France loves you!" She wiped her mouth before speaking as she closed the bottle.
"Thanks, and I think you need to check the stage because I almost trip stepping on the board thing." Joe snapped a finger at a random person, ordering them to go check the stage.
Nicki opened the door of her dressing room and was greeted by multiples of bouquets and chocolate.
"I really think you did it tonight, kid. I'm proud of you." Joe said smiling at her.
"Thanks Joe." She said, sitting at the vanity table, smiling at him in the mirror.
"Oh, get dressed. We're having a celebration on your performance." Joe said. His cell phone ring and he searched his pockets and flipped it open with a stern yea. Nicki looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting her smeared eyeliner as she heard Joe said what angrily, followed by angry death threats as he shut her door closed. Nicki shook her head in dismay at Joe.
"Never changed at all," She murmured. She notice her cell phone had three missed calls from her mom. Guilt settled in her stomach as she redial the numbers, tapping her fingers on the table.
"Hello?"
"Mom! You called me. I'm sorry, I was performing and I'm sorry again for losing track of time."
"It's okay dear. You did great tonight."
"How did you know?" She asked, leaning back against the chair, crossing her legs.
"Pay per view."
"How's Sadine doing?" Nicki asked. Sadine. Her five year old sister. Few weeks earlier, she had broken her arm for swinging too high. Which was the last time Nicki ever saw her.
"She's doing better. She misses you." Nicki had ignored her family while she was rising up on her fame.
"I know. I promise I'll come home and make it for her birthday."
"Nicki, I know you're trying really hard to find time for your family but don't let it stress you. We'll be fine, go out there and sing."
"Alright," Nicki said as she picked at a flower's pink petal and plucked it off.
"Are you sure mom? I mean, I could be there-"
"No, no, we can manage. I love you, Nicki." Nibbling her bottom lip, Nicki suddenly missed her mom by her side.
"I love you too, mom. Send Sadine my love." She hung up and rubbed her temples. A light tap came on the door and opened when Nicki called.
It was Ashli, one of the back up dancers. Her black hair was tied in a messy bun and there was sweat glistening on her olive skinned. She was still in her wardrobe which consists of distressed jeans and black top with small rips.
"Hey!" She answered cheerfully.
"Hey," Nicki answered back, turning around to clean off her makeup.
"Great show tonight, Nicki." She said, plopping on the lover's seat chair.
"I was pretty nervous." Nicki said, looking at her naked face. She looked…innocent. Scared and frightened. She wasn't Nicki the rock star in the mirror. She was Nicki. The young 17 who is scared of failing.
"Where is my life going at?" She whispered.
"So I was just talking to Joe and he said he can't wait to go England for the tour." Ashli said.
"Well Joe and I are close friends," Nicki joked. Ashli's smile faltered a little.
"Whaddya mean close?"
"Oh you know," Nicki shrugged. "How did you think I got this far?" She laughed, shaking her head. She loved Joe. Not as a lover more of a hot tempered uncle.
"So you're sleeping with Joe?" Ashli asked.
"Mhmm," Nicki said sarcastically. "Anyway, I'm hungry. I'll catch up with you. Later, Ash." She stood up to go to the door but she felt something hit her on her back, where her shoulder was. Something painful. She gasped, looking down her right chest, seeing a pool of blood forming underneath her shirt.
She turned around to see Ashli holding a small gun in her hand.
"I'm the one who should be famous! Not you!" Nicki leaned against the door, clutching her chest and made a mad dash outside, for someone to help her.
Joe! Nicki felt relief washed over her.
"Nicki! What happened?" Joe asked, horrified when he saw blood pouring down from her hand and arm.
"Ashli…" Were the last words she spoke as her knees gave way and she collapsed in his arms.