Adrienne Money is another singer with a sob-story past. She tried out for the X-Factor along with One Direction but didn't have enough votes to stay in very long. Epitah Records offered her a spot as lead singer for a new band, and she accepted. Now on her bands 'European Tour' she meets up with a couple of 'old friends'. What happens when one, maybe even three of the 1D boys falls in love with Adrienne? (Read To Find Out)


3. Goodbye X-Factor (2010)

                                                 Adrienne's POV:

I sobbed into one of my pillows. They voted me off the show less than two hours ago. It's over. I'll never be a musician now.

"You'll have another chance, sis." my 12-year-old brother placed a hand on my back. He's WRONG. If I practiced more, maybe. If I had a little more confidence in myself everything might work out in the end.. But this is how I am.

"Yeah.. That show was too mainstream for you anyway." Jessie added, as he sat next to me. "You're like the queen of.. Screamo?"

I lifted my head from the mascara stained pillow. I sat up, tears still ran down my face. "You had to hold back. Vocal-fry made you sound even more unique."

'Situations' by 'Escape The Fate' started to play on my new Blackberry phone.   

"Can you get that." My voice felt weak.

"Sure, sis." Mike picked up my phone from the nightstand.

                                    Mike's POV:

"Hello?" I held the phone to my ear.

"Is this Adrienne-Marie Money's number?" a woman asked over the phone.

"Uh yes. I'm her brother Mike. May I ask who's speaking?" I enunciated glancing at my devastated older sister.

"Its Andrea Perry, from Epitah Records. Is your sister available?" Epitah? Whoa. They're an AMERICAN record label, and they want to speak with Adrienne.

"Oh fu- I mean can you please hold." I pulled the phone away from my face and covered the microphone with my hand.

"Adrienne. Get yourself together. Quick. This lady from Epitah wants to talk to you." I quickly whispered.

"Epitah?!" she snatched the phone from my hand.

                             Adrienne's POV:

"Hello?" I breathed heavily, "You wanted to speak with me?"

"Yes. We'd like to offer you a position as lead singer for a new band." That caught me by surprise. WAS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?

"Really?" I wanted to make sure this wasn't a joke.

"A colleage of mine is in London for the weekend, he'll give you a call. Only if your interested." the woman had an American accent.

" Yes ma'am. I'd love that." I squeeled. 

"Great. I'll see you soon." the woman ended. She hung up, leaving me in shock.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed. I jumped up and down. I had to tell Niall.

"What was that all about?" Mike mused.

"They. Want. Me. To Be. Lead. Singer. For. A. New. Band." I slowly explained, my heart was pounding. So much for not getting another chance.

"........... Are you fucking serious?" Mike stood there with his mouth wide open.

"Congrats Adrienne." Jessie laughed, "You look like shit, by the way."

                                     *Later That Night*

I decided to call Niall to tell him the good news. I was meeting up with One Direction at Nandos.

Gotta love Nandos.

I wore black shorts, an 'Escape The Fate' hoodie (A/N: Escape The Fate is Adrienne's favorite band) and purple flats with oversized white bows on the toe. I'm not sure if you could classify me as anything. I'm just.. Me.


"What's up Two Direction!" I joked sitting down at their table. I sat next to Harry, at the end.

"You're awfully giddy." Zayn sighed.

I ignored his comment and began to tell them about the phone call with some lady that works with Epitah.

"You deserve that spot." Niall says.

"You're crazy talented." Harry added.

We ordered our food then  talked about random subjects. One being how people believe in 'Larry Stylinson'.

One Direction is just starting out, and people are already starting shippings. It's cute..

I'll miss these guys. One day they'll be famous.. Hell, one day I might be too.

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