Twists And Spins

Tyler had enough problems going on in her family before a curly haired stranger appeared at her door, claiming to be her brother. Even though Tyler wants to keep this a secret to protect her family, the truth comes out, and new opportunities get introduced to her, as well as new trials. What will happen to Tyler's family? Will things get to tough?
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8. Opportunity Awaits

"You ready?" Harry asked me. I was finishing putting on my mascara. I did one final check in the mirror. I had straightened my hair and it fell on my shoulders. I was wearing dark denim jeans and a polka- dot blue transparent shirt. I was wearing black flats with gold studs on them. I was nervous and definitely not ready. 

"Ready." I sighed, walking out of the bathroom. We walked out into the hallway and to the room where management was waiting with my "opportunity" as Harry called it. 

When we walked in, the boys weren't there like last time. In fact, there was only two men sitting at the table. 

"Miss Wood, please take a seat," the younger one said. I obeyed and took a seat on the other end of the table. Harry took a seat next to me. I awaited impatiently while they shuffled some papers and closed they're laptops. 

"Tyler," the middle aged man started, "How would you feel about being an entertainer?"

"Entertainer?" I asked, confused.

"A singer, like Harry." He nodded, "Of course, you would be in a group. In fact, we already have two girls picked out back in the UK. All of you blend your voices together very well." 

I nodded, still trying to take it in, "So, what would this mean for me and my family?"

"You would do a lot of traveling. Starting next month. You would be opening for One Direction. The girls will be here tonight. Now, your family would have to stay here of course. But you'll see them often. If this goes as planned, you can earn your family a lot of money."

I nodded, fidgeting with my fingers. I didn't want to do it. It took everything I had to sing in front of just them. How could I do sing in front of a huge crowd? I looked toward the ground. 

"Tyler," the man spoke, "This is a way for you to get to know your brother. You guys will go through the same things and together. That's what the press wants to see and that's what we want to see. And if I'm not mistaken, you and Harry do too."

I bit my lip, just staring at him. I could see the benefits, sure. But this seemed too quick and good to be true. I looked at Harry, who gave me a reassuring smile. I sighed and looked back up.

"Ok," I nodded, "I'll do it."

Harry's eyes lit up, and the men smiled to themselves. 

"Alright," the younger one said, "Let's work out some details!" 


I walked down to the guest shop after dealing with all of the paperwork. Of course, my parents would still have to sign, but I had to do the rest. Everyone in that room felt good about this new deal. Everyone except me. 

A tall, skinny woman gave me a smile when I walked in. I returned the smile and lingered by the clothes. I looked out the window: it's night now. I really didn't want to do this. I know that my family needs money, but they don't need to be talked about more than they already are. I've heard what people are saying about my dad: he's a slut, home wrecker, cheater and always will be. It hard when people talk about your family like that, even if they did screw up. It's none of their business. But they don't care. As I was about to walk out, I saw a ring out of the corner of my eye. When I went closer, I saw it was a silver ring with an anchor on it. I thought it was so darling. 

I went up to the cashier and paid for the ring, then went back up to the room. As I was going up in the elevator, I examined the ring.

"To remind myself to always stay grounded." I said to myself.

The elevator stopped a floor lower than mine. When the doors opened, a girl hopped in and pressed the close door button with haste. My first thought was that she was a crazy fan of the boys. I stood back and tried to decide if I should call Harry or not. When the doors closed, she turned around and smiled, like she was proud of herself. She was a thin girl with light green eyes and dark, straight hair. She was a little tan and had dimples. She was wearing a white t-shirt and dark denim jeans. She must have noticed my confusion and quickly tried to explain herself.

"Don't worry," she told me, she had a British accent, "I'm just trying to get over to the back elevator so I can get out of this place." She leaned against the walls and we started to go up. I tried to smile and not say anything.

"Oh! You must be Tyler!" She enthused. 

"How did you-

"Well, you're all over the media!" She winked, she held out her hand, "I'm Jessie!"

"Nice to meet you," I cautiously shook her hand. The doors opened and we walked out. She walked right next to me. It was a little uncomfortable.

"Did the management talk to you yet?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Oh good!" She smiled.

"How do you know about that?" I asked.

"Oh, they flew me down here to meet you!" She told me. 

She was one of the girls. We came to my door and I was about to go in when

"Do you wanna come with me?" She asked, "It can be a real stress reliever."

"Sure!" I smiled. A stress reliever was just what I needed.

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