Third Person POV*
3 years ticked by as Claire practiced her vocals, she had always had a beautiful voice but never showed it off, now she was and it was incredible. The young girl was no longer an18 year old scientist, she was a 21 year old superstar who everyone who was anyone adored.
Claire's POV*
I had everything I could ever dream of, I had limitless money, I was famous, I could sing, I could do anything I wanted, I had all the free time I wanted whenever I wanted it, I had boys practically throwing themselves at me. But I was never truly happy, I don't know why and its so hard to try and figure out. I had so many amazing friends and my managers were lovely but I was always missing something, but I just didn't know what it was. I was on tour, currently in Dallas, Texas. I had a big, big show tonight! I was releasing a brand new song on stage and I couldn't wait, it was about a shitty Ex from years ago when I used to live in Morganville. Damn, its been so long since I thought about that place, it was crazy back there but I was usually always happy... is that what I was missing now? Did I miss my old friends and being on edge from the vampires all the time? Did I want to go back and do science again? I had dropped science when I became famous, I never had the time to work on my new songs and appearances and photoshoots and parties and tours, I never really stay in one place for a long time so I don't have access to a Lab even if I wanted to pick up science again. Ugh! I do NOT have time to think about all that right now, I was minutes from being on stage and preforming and here I was thinking about something else that wasn't the lyrics... I need to focus, I cant fuck this up, these people want an amazing new song to have fun with and I promised them it today, live. I have to focus. The crowd was screaming as I came out onto the stage, I made it through the performance without messing up and had a lot of fun. The show came to an end and everyone had left, I was letting my hair down from its pony tail backstage in my dressing room when my phone dinged with a text. That was odd, no one my normal phone anymore, just my work phone. Well my family does but they always call me not text, I reached for my phone and read the text,
(123)456789 - Hey Claire, I don't know if this is still your number but if it is please come back to Morganville. We need you here, at least just for the weekend. Please CB. we miss you so much...
My heart was pounding. My head was spinning. I couldn't stop the sob that escaped my throat. No one had called me CB in years, it all finally clicked, I missed my friends. My REAL friends from back home, in Morganville. Yes it was crazy, you could be killed by a vamp any second, I could be controlling portals with my mind and spending time with my best friends in 5 minute slot. Anything is possible in that town and I longed to have it back. I craved to go back there. I would give up anything to be back there. I ran out of the room, my feet moving faster than I knew they could, my blonde hair swishing as I turned corner after corner. I finally made it to my managers room.
"Hey guys! This was a great show, but I quit"
Their faces fell as they stared at me like I was crazy, and maybe I was. I wanted to go back to the place that had nearly killed me time and time again. But I had to go, I wasn't happy being this person, I was a scientist and a nerd and a sweet girl who wasn't the most popular but was the best friend who would always be there. I needed my space to recover from that childish guy I dated. But I was finally ok and I wanted to be back there, so I was doing it. They scrambled to find anything to say, but they all came up blank and just kept on staring. I vaguely explained that I wanted to just go home and drop out of the spotlight and, being my managers they had to listen to me and do what is best for me. So if I wanted they would try their best to make that happen for me. I really had to thank them but right now I needed to get back home. To Morganville. I hugged all my co-workers and my friends and then ran off with the bags I take to any hotels I stay at. I had all my essentials and had plenty of money to buy anything else I needed when I got to Morganville. So I dragged the bags and hopped in a Taxi, shoving them beside me.
"Id like to go to Morganville please, quick as you can"
The car sped off and I watched out the window as Dallas slipped past me and we were soon going down a dusty road. I began to wonder who sent the text, it was either Eve or Michael for sure, I'm just not sure which one. As I looked to the bags beside me, I caught a glimpse of my outfit and realised I wasn't really dressed for Morganville after just preforming in my show. I wore a tiny black latex dress with tall latex thigh high boots. I searched through my bags and pulled out some cute ripped jeans and a tiny fluffy pink crop top. I asked the driver not to look and he politely obliged and then I put up a sheet I had in my bag to cover the view anyway. I quickly struggled to pull on the clothes in the back of a car but managed. I pulled out a pair of cute fluffy pink heels that matched my top perfectly and pulled them on. I stuffed my dress and boots into my bag and pulled down the sheet and out it away. I spent the next hour or so chatting to the driver. Soon enough the big sign came into view "Welcome to Morganville" I sighed in relief and couldn't be happier in this moment. I was home, and I was happy.
