CHAPTER 1
Ugh, great. Getting dragged to some event again by Mum
I seriously think I don't have a life. My mum always drags me to these things and I really don't care!
This time it's this show called Red or Black and some bands performing tonight and my mum, working for this bands record label, means she has to go to these things, dragging me along
"Oh come on, I think you'll enjoy it, some of the younger workers say that they're like a teen pop sensation here. I thought you'd be more than excited to be here"
"Well Mum, no I'm not excited. I'm missing a very important party at my mates house just to be here, and by the way, I'm not like most teenage girls who obsess about every boy who owns a guitar and sings"
"Tash, I know you wanted to be at your friends party but I just thought tha-"
"Well, mum stop thinking and just ask me if I want to go or not!"
Ooo. I think that was a bit harsh
"Mum, I'm sorry, it's just that time of the month where I get angry over nothing"
"It's fine Tash, you can just wait backstage or call one of your friends to pick you up"
"Nah, I'll stay here, I know you wanted to hang out with me"
And I gave my mum a big hug, she deserves it after all
My mum's been through a lot since dad left for that gold digger skank
Well, I will admit it's going to be a very long night
"Hey mum, I'll just be backstage"
I plug my earphones into my ears and let the music sink into my brain as I walk along the long hallway of the backstage area
It's Ed Sheeran, my favourite
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fl-
I feel a bump on my shoulder, I look to see who the idiot is that isn't watching their way
"Woah, sorry there babe, didn't notice you" says the very attractive shirtless boy
I will admit, I looked at him for a second and checked him out
He is very fit. Very very fit
"Oh it's fine, um were you lost or something?" I say trying to make conversation
"Oh no, not really just looking for the loo" he says
"Are you stickin' round here?" I love his accent, sounds so rough, so, bad boy
"Um, yeah well I have to, my mum works here"
"Oh, does she work for the show or a record label?"
"Record label" I say
"Oh, she must be working for Sony" His accent, my goodness
"Yup, that's the one" I say without sounding dorky
"Oh yeah, might see you round then, I'm Zayn by the way" he says with his oh so sexy accent
"Tash" I say shaking his hand
Tonight, is going to be a good night after all