Show Biz: rewritten
There is always a time in your life when you'll feel like you're not good enough. There will be people who hate you. There's always a time when you need to wake up to reality. When you need to realize that life isn't all that it's cracked up to be. When suddenly, life is… well, hard. You get pushed down, and you don't think you can get back up. Those are the times in our lives that we need our friends to carry us, drag us, slap us in the face to snap us out of it, and pull us out of the dark parts of life. But what happens when your friends desert you? What happens when you are actually alone? When there's nobody you can turn to? My name's Mason "Korra" Reid, and this is my story.
I sighed as we neared the entrance to the probending statium. I wondered if Bolin and (I winced as I said his name) …Mako… lived there. I listened to their games on the radio nearly everyday just to make sure that they were doing all right. They had won the probending champion chip 3 years ago, but that was when I was there. Lately, they've had a different water bender each time, none of them getting them into the champion chip. I stopped quickly, nearly bumping into the rope that was keeping fans away from me. I took a deep breath and re-started walking, keeping my head burrowed into my hoodie, not wanting anyone from my hometown to recognize me.
Not that there was much to recognize. I was almost completely different. My hair was lighter, blonde highlights flowing through the now light brown color. I was thinner, less muscled and a little paler. I hadn't trained in water bending (or done much outside) in a while. My manager had told me that being outside too much could be bad on my skin. It's funny how I used to scoff at anything that related to beauty. Now, I was an icon for the word.
I was already dressed under the giant hoodie and sweatpants, the dress I was wearing uncomfortably riding up.
As soon as we were in the "start-up room" (the usual loading dock for the Fire Ferrets) my manager, Ty, practically pushed me out towards the roaring fans. I smirked lightly being back on the platform with the surrounding water, the memories flooding back to me.
"Well, hey, Republic City!" I said in a playful voice, slowly walking the perimeter of the platform. Their answering roar was deafening. "How bout' we get this thing started?" I asked, as if they would say no.
The Scientist (Coldplay)
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
I sang many more, each bringing the face of a certain fire-bender. The songs included
Show me what I'm looking for (Carolina Liar)
Slipped away (Avril Lavine)
Red (Taylor Swift)
Please don't leave me (P!nk)
I got off the platform, taking a deep breath and walking over the bridge to beg my manager to not pick out a boy from the crowd to hang out back stage. I was afraid he might pick someone I knew.
Too late.
Crap. God hates me. God hates me. CRAP!
Behind my managers back I saw two boys. One was short and Burly, one tall and muscular. One had green eyes, the other had amber. Both were very familiar.
I screamed. Literally. Screamed.
Everyone in the room turned to stare. Including two boys who were smiling widely. I blushed and looked around the room, awkwardly scratching my neck. "uhhh I saw… uh a bug… ahah" I smiled and everyone slowly turned back to what they were doing.
"Um… are you alright, Mase?" My best friend in the hole world, Howl asked. I turned to him great-fully and gave him a huge hug.
"NO!" I whisper screamed, my head motioning to were Bolin and Mako were standing.
"Oh my god…" He whispered in awe, knowing who exactly they were. "I'll beat them up. I swear, I'll kill them…. After I get their autograph."
I rolled my eyes. Howl was the only person in the world who actually knew who I was. Who I really was. "You can't do either." I growled lightly just as someone tapped my shoulder.
"Mason, these are the boys who'll get to be back here while you're out there!" He said in fake excitement.
I narrowed my eyes at him, because he knew I hated these stupid introductions. I turned slightly to… them… and stuck out my hand to each of them. "It's really nice to.." See you again… "Meet y'all." I finish with a slight gritting of my teeth.
"My name's Bolin, and this is Mako and he when the dude chose us he was like 'I dunno, bo, what if she goes all crazy on us for being famous.' And I said ' you idiot she's the famousER one here! So now we can all be famous buddies!" Bolin gushed, pulling me into a bear hug. I squealed slightly, and I saw Howl steop up a little but I gave him a slight wink.
I patted Bolin's back awkwardly. "Okay… well uh, I gotta go out there… sooo uh bye.." I said shuffling away to Howl whispering, "play nice, they have no idea who I am" I said, leaving the room quickly.
The rest of the show went back easily, until the last song. I knew I was going to end up crying at the end of this one.
Turning Tables (Adele)
Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables, to turning tables
Under haunted skies I see
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I've braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down
I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe
So I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables, turning tables
Next time I'll be braver, I'll be my own savior
When the thumb that cost me
Next time I'll be braver, I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet
I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no
I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables, to turning tables
Turning tables, yeah, turning
I did end with tears in my eyes. I said a quiet 'thanks' to the audience and walked away, gripping the microphone with a death grip, and dreading the moment I would have to go back to them.
And when I'd have to tell them the truth.
So yes, I'm re-writing "Show Biz." I sort of had a writers block earlier and I have no idea if I'll get another one, but if I do than I guess it's just not meant to be :/
I'm sorry about not updating Things Money Can't Buy. I'm not really sure what's going on but no matter what I'll have it up by tomorrow, unedited or not. Maybe even tonight, just give us a little break, the updates will come faster in the future it's just a little rough patch we're going through. Keep in mind TMCB is my only edited story, I'm just having trouble with WUWAS. I really am. If anyone has ideas I need to hear them SOON. Thanks guys!