We arrived at Miami early in the morning. I let out a deep sigh and got out of the limo. John said he'll get someone to take my bags to the hotel because I had to practise for the concert, which was in 7 hours, great.
"John, I've sung this song a billion times, I think I'm gonna' get it right!" I stressed, resting my hand on my forehead.
He jumped up onto the stage and faced me. "Listen kid, this is what you do, you practise a song until you can't stand to sing that song for another minute got it?" he snapped.
I sighed and nodded. The music started again and I began to sing.
(Ally's p.o.v)
I walked into another shop in the mall and picked up a short dark blue dress.
"So, what times that concert at?" I asked, trying to seem interested.
Trish grinned "Why, changed your mind about going? It's at 4:30" she replied.
"First: hell no and second: good, because we're performing at 8, remember?" I said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and nodded.
"So, why do you let Emily treat you like you do?" she asked me.
I shrugged "She's the band leader, or at least she thinks she is. She could kick me out easily, you know how hard I try to stay in this freak show" I said with a smirk, while now picking up a hot pink mini skirt. She took the mini skirt off me and put it back.
"You need to start dressing…like a 16-year-old" she said eyeing my black tank top and purple short shorts.
I rolled my eyes "I can't do that, Trish. This…" I pointed to my outfit "Gets guys' attention. Besides why go through life unnoticed?" I asked shrugging.
"Because every girl in the world who's a girlfriend wants you dead, you're a boyfriend stealer, remembers Jason?" she said with wide eyes.
I smirked "My first. He was gonna' break up with Samantha anyway. He told me." I replied and turned the corner into the shoe isle.
She followed me hot on my heels. "Ally-" I spun around and glared at her.
"Call me that again and I'll kill you" I spat and spun back around and continued walking.
She sighed "Flame, whatever, you're only 16 you have your whole life ahead of you. Your wasting it on cigarettes, partying and drinking…at least I hope it's only that" she said giving me a stern look.
"Excuse me, I would never take drugs" I replied with a frown. She raised a brown.
"Hey, I was 15, he was hot and I wanted to impress him!" I added.
"Just think about it, Flame" she said.
We remained in silence for the rest of the shopping trip.
I pulled out a beer bottle from my fridge and sat on the couch. I picked up the remote and turned on the tv, flicking through channels.
I stopped on an interview with the king himself, Austin moon.
"So, Austin. Is it true that you're trying to change your image?" the interviewer asked. Austin flashed the camera a smile and nodded.
"Yes, victor. It's true. I want to change my sound, I enjoy my music but I've played the same sound for years, I think it's time for a change" he replied.
I let out a loud laugh and drunk the whole bottle in my hands. "It'll never happen, he'll still be the same pop singing, hair flipping, Barbie-boy." I yelled at the tv.
"So what sound would you like to play?" whatever his name was asked.
Austin smiled…again. "Well, I'm not entirely sure yet, I'm sure whatever I do all my amazing fans will stay by me" he said with a 'cute' wave towards the camera. Ugh.
I spat at my tv. Words will not describe how much I want to rip his hair out. I swear if I ever meet him, he will regret ever being born.
"Austin's Miami charity concert started an hour ago, we have just received footage of this concert" A reporter said.
The tv turned on to a screaming crowd while on of his songs played. The camera turned to the stage and showed him dancing and singing.
My eyes widened when I saw some familiar long, brown hair trying to climb onto the stage. The camera zoomed In onto Trish being pulled down by some security guards while Dallas followed them, looking embarrassed. I let out another huge laugh.
I jumped as my phone began to ring. "Hello?" I answered.
I heard a loud sigh down the phone "Hey flame? Did you see it?" Dallas asked in an annoyed voice.
"yep" I replied popping the 'p'.
He groaned. "It's all over the fucking news. Why did she have to climb onto the stage? Why? I hate her so much" he stressed.
I giggled "It wasn't that bad, not as bad as his singing and dancing. Um Dallas, we're you the only guy there?" I asked trying not to laugh again.
"…yes. But it was full of preppy girls, which I didn't mind" I could almost imagine him grinning with this line.
I rolled my eyes "I bet you didn't, anyway I'll see you in an hour, I'm gonna get ready for the show" we both hung up.
I quickly disposed of the bottle and headed up to my room.
I opened up my closet and tapped my finger on my chin. I pulled out a pair of red short shorts, a black knee-length skirt, a red crop top with a black broken heart on it, a plain black top and my favourite pair of black knee-high boots with a 6 inch heel.
I put everything onto my bed and studied it all for a moment. I grabbed the skirt and the black crop top and slipped them on quickly. I sat down at the desk and looked at myself in the mirror and began doing my make up.
I applied a light coat of pale foundation, some pink blusher, and brown Smokey eye shadow almost leading to my brow. I then put generous amount of black eye liner on, and then finished with some cherry red lipstick.
I fully curled my hair and quickly pulled on my boots. "Fame!" Emily's voice screamed from outside. I rolled my eyes and put on some long fake lashes and quickly grabbed my guitar case and ran outside.
"Finally, what took you so long?" Trish asked, sliding the van door open. I shrugged and jumped into the van.
"It takes time to look this good" I replied confidently "Someone's on tv" I sung while winking at Trish. She groaned and hid her face in her hands.
"I had a little too much to drink…I've turned into you" she cried. I sighed and relaxed back into my seat.
"Listen up guys, we're gonna play that new song that flame wrote a while ago" Emily said, not talking her eyes off the road.
My mouth dropped open "What? We haven't even practised that song before? And it's more dirty than anything else we've ever played" I stressed.
She looked at me through the rear-view mirror. "I don't care, 'U and Ur hand' is a good song, it's upbeat, fun, dirty and our style" she replied.
"Fucking bitch" I mumbled under my breath. The van came to a sudden stop. I looked our window and realized we were here. I sighed and got out of the van. I quickly followed everyone into the club.
I ran into the club and pushed past some people. I huffed as I got stuck in a large crowd. I tried to squeeze past but my guitar case managed to get stuck.
I pulled it with all my strength and broke free, bumping into some with a force. I looked down at my guitar and sighed with relief with the fact it wasn't broken. I bent down and picked it up, putting it around my shoulder.
I spun around to see who I bumped into. I came face-to-face with the most lightest hazel eyes ever. They looked pretty familiar.
I gave them a quick glare "Watch where you're going next time, asshole" I snapped and pushed past them, into the backstage room.
Well that was weird. Who wears a hoodie to a club? With the hood over their head? Freak…
"Flame we're on" Trish said and pushed me towards the stage.
(Austin's p.o.v)
God, one minute I was dancing with this really hot blonde girl. Then this crazy lunatic bumped into me then starts to yell at me! All I wanted to do was go for a night out without any crazy fans, is that too much to ask?!
"Next up, your favourite band, brainwash the teens" a loud-speaker yelled.
The whole room roared with cheering. Must be a good band. I turned to face the stage. A couple of people walked in the stage, one catching my eye; that chick who bumped into me.
She was in a band? wow, that's hot. I looked at the other people on stage. There was this blonde chick, setting up the mic. Obviously the singer. Then there was this guy who looked kinda' like Justin Bieber, drummer. Then a small girl- wait a minute. That's that other crazy girl who tried to attack me at my concert, she was on bass. Then another guy, judging by his cocky smile and constant winking at girls, he was an ass, guitar. Then there was her…lead guitar?
She began tuning her guitar at the back of the stage and looked up when she was done. The blonde walked up to the mic. And began talking.
"S'up guys! We're gonna' play a new song today, as you know all our songs are written by our lead guitar player, Flame" she pointed to the hottie at the back of the stage. So her name was flame. Weird. She shot a quick wave to the audience. Clearly she wasn't used to the attention.
"This song is called 'U and Ur hand' we hope you like it" Blondie said. They started to play this rock(y) kind of song. It was cool.
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh
Check it out
Going out
On the late night
Looking tight
Feeling nice
It's a cock-fight
I can tell
I just know
That it's going down
Tonight
At the door we don't wait cause we know them
At the bar six shots just beginning
That's when dickhead put his hands on me
But you see
I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh
Midnight
I'm drunk
I don't give a fuck
Wanna dance
By myself
Guess you're outta luck
Don't touch
Back up
I'm not the one
Bye bye
Listen up it's just not happening
You can say what you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight
I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight
Break break
Break it down
In the corner with your boys you bet 'em five bucks
You'd get the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck
We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see
quit spilling your drinks on me yeah
You know who you are
High fivin, talking shit, but you're going home alone arent'cha?
Cause I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight
I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight
Yeah oh (1)
Throughout the song I couldn't keep my eyes off that 'flame' chick. Everyone else was dancing along, but I couldn't. I couldn't even move. It's like she possessed me. The way she play the guitar perfectly, the way she sang along like her life depended on it even though she didn't have a mic, the way she made it look like she was born to be on that stage. It was amazing. And that song. She wrote it? It was so clever, so funny, so…her.
I have to meet her. I have to see how she learnt to write songs like that…
(Ally's p.o.v)
I laughed "They loved it, Emily, you sung it perfectly." I said with a fake smile.
She smirked "I know right. But flame your such a good song writer." she replied with a sweet smile.
I rolled my eyes secretly. I took out a packet of cigarettes from my guitar case and lit one, sticking it in my mouth. I spun around as there was a loud knock at the door.
I turned to face Trish and she shrugged, I narrowed my eyes at the door and walked over to it.
I quickly opened it and almost dropped the cigarette in my mouth. This is rich. So, I finally get to meet the Austin moon.
Yeah sorry about all the p.o.v changes, I didn't mean to change them that much.
(1): U and Ur hand - P!nk