Breaking Free

Ever felt smothered by everyone else's idea of what your life should be like? Have you ever just wanted to say "Stop! It's my life!" to those closest to you? We all have, haven't we? I bet you were too afraid to do it though. So you kept your mouth shut, and did exactly what you always told yourself you would never do: you followed the rules set by people who don't really know you, and let THEM control your life. But what could happen if you finally just said no? If you decided to follow your own dream? Would something amazing happen? Would you fall in love? Would you find what you've been looking for your whole life? What could happen if you just...broke free?

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4. Wanted

Belle stepped onto the stage and squinted her eyes in reaction to the bright stage lights. The arena was huge, but deathly silent. Belle held up a hand to block the stage lights and see who was even there.

In the second row were five boys sitting side by side and they all looked about her age, maybe a little bit older but not much. They were all very fit, most of them kicked back in the seats with their feet propped up on the empty seats in front of them. They were all chatting away and laughing, looking at their phones and not paying any attention to the fact that Belle had just come on the stage.

Belle lowered her hand and furrowed her brow. Was she doing this right? She'd never really auditioned for anything before, after all.

Belle looked to the center of the stage and saw a stool and a microphone and assumed that was her designated place to go. She walked over swiftly to the stool, her wedge heeled boots clicking against the linoleum stage. The boys still paid no mind.

She set her guitar case on the ground and pulled her beloved instrument out, sitting down on the stool to get in position. The boys were all laughing over something now, paying no mind to Belle whatsoever.

"Erm...hi. I'm Anabelle Costa." Belle spoke into the microphone, almost jumping at the sound of her own voice echoing throughout the arena. She squinted her eyes and saw that all the boys had stopped laughing and turned to her. She heard one of them in particular sigh in irritation and turn to face the front in his chair. Then she heard some clipboard rustling.

"Yeah, Anabelle hi." One boy said shortly, with a high pitched (and very sexy) British accent. "Well you're our last act of the day, so let's get on with it. Tell us what you're going to sing and then start when you're ready."

Belle was a bit taken aback at the boy's rude tone, but shrugged it off. She heard one of the other boys hiss something that was apparently scolding the boy who had spoken to her and he immediately retorted with a sassy remark that she couldn't quite make out. The other boys jumped in and Belle finally spoke into the microphone before they completely forgot that she was there.

"Okay, I'm going to be singing 'Wanted' by Hunter Hayes."

She heard some mumbles of approval from the second row, and Belle exhaled in relief that they apparently thought well of her song choice.

"Alright love, start when you're ready." This voice was much deeper and slower, but still had that sexy British accent that got Belle weak at the knees.

Belle took in a deep breath and ran Alan's words through her head.

"You can't let your dreams slip away, Belle."

This was Belle's dream, and this was her chance to make it a reality right then and there. She had to make it count.

"You know I'd fall apart without you
I don't know how you do what you do
'Cause everything that don't make sense about me
It makes sense when I'm with you
Like everything that's green, girl I need you
But it's more than one and one makes two
So put aside the math and the logic of it
You gotta know you're wanted too
I wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
Yeah I, wanna make you feel wanted
Anyone can tell you you're pretty
And you get that all the time, I know you do
But your beauty's deeper than the makeup
And I wanna show you what I see tonight
When I wrap you up

When I kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And never let you forget it
'Cause Baby I, wanna make you feel wanted
As good as you make me feel
I wanna make you feel better
Better than your fairy tales
Better than your best dreams
You're more than everything I need
You're all I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
And I just wanna wrap you up
Wanna kiss your lips
I wanna make you feel wanted
and I wanna call you mine
Wanna hold your hand forever
And Never let you forget it
Yeah I, wanna make you feel wanted
Baby I, wanna make you feel wanted
'Cause you'll always be wanted"

Belle rang out the last note of the song and snapped back to reality. She had a tendency to do that - get lost in a song. Belle had closed her eyes about two verses into the song and just let the music consume her, moving her fingers over the guitar strings from pure muscle memory. The song didn't come from her, the song became her. For Belle, singing was like an out of body experience. Music touched her heart the way nothing and no one ever could.

As Belle opened her eyes finally and took in a deep breath, she couldn't help but smile. At that point in time, she could have cared less about the audition. She had just sang her heart out as loud and as passionate as she could for the first time in her life. That was the first time she actually felt like she was herself. It was exhillerating.

Suddenly Belle realized that the arena was deathly silent. The boys who were known as One Direction hadn't said a word since she'd rung out that last note. Why weren't they saying anything? Belle's smile faded as she jumped to conclusions.

Had they hated her voice? Had she looked like a freak while she was singing? Had they already picked an act and had just listened to her out of pity? It was all entirely plausible.

Suddenly though, the silence was broken. Belle squinted her eyes and saw that the boy on the far left had stood up and was clapping. He was fairly tall, with blonde hair that was styled up in a quiff. It was brown near the roots though. The boy was smiling from ear to ear and clapping his hands together as loud as he could. Slowly, the other boys started clapping too. Belle smiled in realization that they weren't just clapping.

They were clapping for her.

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