Opening Act - A One Direction Fanfiction

Emily Miller is finally determined to be famous. All these years, posting videos of youtube that nobody watched got her determined. So one day, she faces her fears and goes to Modest! Managment, where her favourite boyband is manged. What does Mr.Karl, the manger, do? Not a big deal really, he just assigns Emily as One Direction's Opening Act on their next tour.

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The details were carefully explained to both my mother and I, the prices and fees calculated, the places learned by heart, and my stomach twisting each time I thought about what would come in less than a week. I had a fan account on twitter, just like everyone else, and used it to find out what the rumors were about the upcoming tour. Of course, I could confirm or deny all of them, but management asked me not to. At first, 3 weeks before the first show to be exact, rumors were that Ed Sheeran would open for them. Then, 1 week and a half before the first show, people were saying that this new band called The Vamps would. Fortunately, The Vamps were still trying to gain viewers on youtube, while I was trying to get fans in the real world.

 

Finally, 5 days before the first show, in London, Modest! announced I was going to open for them. I was asked to change my twitter name and username, because my followers would surely recognize me. Everyday, I searched for what people were saying in the #EmilyMillerOpening1D trend. To my surprise, some people were excited, some said they used to follow me, some only wandered in a rather rude way 'who the fuck' was I.

 

My phone started buzzing and Mr. Karl's name popped on the screen. I slid the unlock button to answer.

'Hello, Emily. How are you doing?'

'Hi. I'm fine, just seeing what people are saying on twitter about me opening.'

'Is everything alright?' he asked in a worried tone.

'Yeah, everything's fine. I can handle it. For now, I guess.' I replied, thinking of the hate people received for being around One Direction. Especially if you were no big celebrity.

'Well, I called you because I - we need to settle a meeting between you and the boys. We can't have you walk up on stage right after you met them. That'd be risky.'

'Oh, wow. Um, yeah, I would definitely love to meet them...'

'Okay, darling. How about Wednesday, is that okay with you?'

'I guess Wednesday's fine.'

'Great! Come by my office at around 12 o'clock, alright?'

'Yes. Bye.'

'Bye!'

I threw my palm over my open mouth, trying to help myself from screaming. I breathed deeply and stopped, my heartbeat being the only thing that could've gave my excitement away. And probably my eye twitch.

 

Wednesday came around rather quickly, and I woke up at 7 a.m., knowing I will take quite some time to get ready. I took a shower, and went to eat breakfast. I found my mom sat there, looking up at the T.V., a coffee by her side.

'Morning puppet.' she smiled warmly at me.

'Hi mum. I'm meeting One Direction today.' I said, getting busy with the water warmer.

'Oh, that's great! Hope it all goes well. And remember, try not to jump on Harry when you see him because that'd be awkward.' I laughed loudly.

'Okay, I'll just jump on Zayn then!.'

I changed my outfits around 4 times, and did my usual make-up: foundation, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. I grabbed everything I needed and headed out the door.

'Bye mum!' I yelled, accidentally shutting the door loudly.

 

I waved at the receptionist who was sitting behind her desk and jogged to the elevators. My fingers searched for the 3rd floor, pressing several other buttons by accident. I finally got to the right floor, when I bumped into a manly chest. I looked up and there was Mr.Karl, his longish hair shadowing his eyes. He pulled it behind his ears.

'Oh, sorry. I thought you wouldn't be on time.' he grinned 'Thing is, we have to go to the boys' studio, so since you're here, I have to go back get my stuff, and Lance will drive us, alright?'

'Sure.'

I waited for my manager in front of his office, and as soon as he got out, he called our chauffeur. A few quick lines were exchanged and in no time we were in a black shiny Chevrolet. I rolled my eyes at the sight of the car but got in anyway.

 

The drive was fast, and I suspected we could've walked to our destination, but I shut my mouth, as I usually screwed up things talking too much. We were on a little quiet street, and Lance parked in front of several boutiques. A little bit further, I saw a tall figure in a denim jacket smoking. 'That must be Zayn.' I thought to myself. Mr.Karl gently pushed me forward, and my feet started moving almost mechanically. Zayn turned around, blew a small cloud of smoke and threw his cigarette on the sidewalk, carefully extinguishing it with his expensive shoe. He looked up again, and glanced in the studio. Mr.Karl was a bit ahead of me, so as soon as he reached Zayn, they shook hands.

'C'mon, Emily!' Mr.Karl said. I took a few more steps and found myself arm length away from Zayn. I gasped, trying to keep myself together. ZAYN WAS IN FRONT OF ME FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I felt butterflies in my stomach and forced my arm to extend towards Zayn.

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