We begin at the stage. Picture this: four-hundred thousand screaming fans in an indoor arena, waiting for their favorite band to come on. They have signs made, t-shirts on, & their faces have their favorite band member’s name written on it. The band, who is behind stage, looks out at the crowd. On the outside, they seem pumped & excited. Inside, however, they’re as nervous as hell. One boy takes out his phone & tweets something, the second eats carrots, the third tunes his guitar, the fourth sprays his hair with hairspray for the final time before performing, & the fifth waits for his cue quietly. He wonders in his head how the show will play out and how well the five will all do. The five lads wait, and then the cue comes. They run out on stage & are engulfed by thousands of screaming fans.
I ran out first, with the other boys following me. I was such a nervous wreck. I had been waiting to come back to Vegas, and this was it. I waved to the crowd as they screamed my name. In the background, Best Song Ever began playing, and I closed my eyes and breathed. I have to admit, I still get a little bit nervous before a show. I was so excited for this show though, Vegas is one of my favorite cities in North America. I love going to bars and clubs with the boys. Unfortunately, we only had the night for the concert. I had to admit, the tour was flying, and I was upset it was going to be over next week. Our last show was in Los Angeles. I loved L.A. as much as Vegas; it was really cool, touring the Hollywood sign and walk of fame. I started singing my verse, watching the other boys behind me as they walked up the front of the stage, waving to fans as I kept singing. Soon, Zayn took over and I started waving to a few fans until Louis grabbed me between the legs and lifted me off the ground. He carried me across the stage as half the audience laughed as the other half sang with Zayn. We eventually all had to sing, but Louis still wouldn't put me down. I laughed and I attempted to sing the words to the song. Liam soon took over for the next verse, and Louis finally put me back on the ground just in time for me to sing my solo. Niall soon took over, until all five of us started singing again. I spotted a few cute girls as I was singing and decided to wave to them. Out of nowhere, one of them fainted. I felt really bad, but I had to remind myself that it happens constantly. I saw two girls, who I assumed were her friends, help her up. She looked starstuck, and that's probably one of the cutest things on a girl. We finished the song, the crowd cheering us on. We grabbed each other's backs and bowed.
"How we doing today, Las Vegas?!" Zayn shouted. The crowd shouted back in response.
"The boys and I are so happy and excited to be here, we're so glad you were able to make it tonight!" Louis said back. I looked at my friend. Even though he was the oldest he was one of the shortest in our group. He had a black t-shirt on with jeans and white converse. His hair was spiked up and he had a purple bracelet on that Eleanor, his girlfriend, gave him about a week before. Niall had on a red t-shirt with navy blue jeans and red converse, Zayn had on a plaid black & gray button up shirt with gray jeans and gray Adidas sneakers, and Liam had on a white t-shirt, navy blue jeans, and white Adidas sneakers. As for myself, I had a green bandanna in my hair, with a blue shirt and black jeans, and gray converse. One of the things I loved about our shows were the clothes. The boys and I always mixed and matched, and sometimes even borrowed each other's! Sometimes we share underwear, but that's only if we can't tell whose is whose... So we each had to buy separate colors. It's pretty weird, I know, but that's the life of One Direction.
"LAS VEGAS YOU READY?!" I shouted into the mic. This was going to be a great night.
I sat in the back of my car shaking like a wet dog. I had my headphones on as I listened to the album #3 by The Script. They were by far one of my favorite bands and I had loved them since beginning of high school. I wasn't very popular in school, not too many people liked me. I had two boyfriends, tops. People told me I looked pretty on many occasions, but I always got confused by the compliments, mainly because I was always the quiet, shy girl in the back of the room who always had her nose in a book. I mean, I'm not a complete nerd. I don't wear the suspenders or glasses or anything like that, but I did always get straight A's. Last month I graduated and put in for a job in Los Angeles, all the way across the country. I graduated in a small town called Northport in New York. I put in to be a model at the Jack Wills Modeling Company. Last week I went in for an interview, and here I am now, moving to Los Angeles, California. I hadn't seen my new house yet, but I was so excited to. I had only been to Los Angeles for the interview, I'd never toured it, but I was hoping I'd be able to soon. I was so excited for my house. My parents had picked it out and I was so nervous to see. I didn't think it wasn't going to be decent, my parents loved big houses and decorating them; I was just nervous about the neighborhood and it's surroundings. There aren't deer in Los Angeles, right?
"Lil, we're almost there!" My dad was really enthusiastic about moving. He'd wanted to for a long time, but was never sure when the time was right.
"Are you excited, sweetie?" My mom asked. She was such a sweet woman. I was taller than her, but I had her long brown hair. Everyone says I look like her but I honestly don't see it. I've noticed I have my dad's personality. I'm very shy and too nice to people. It's just me.
"Yeah, just nervous," I replied back. I put my headphones back in and began thinking back to my interview.
I walked into the studio and looked around for any sign of life. It was literally a ghost town in here. The studio wasn't anything fancy like I had imagined. The walls were a mixture of black and gray with a glass chandelier hanging about nine feet above my head.
"Hello?" I called out. I head a pair of heels walking on the marble floor, gradually getting louder as they neared where I was.
A small, skinny blonde girl came out and looked at me.
"Hi! I'm Kat, you must be-" She looked at her clipboard for a split second, "Lily Matthews?"
"Yup, that's me. I'm here for the interview."
"Oh right! Well unfortunately Miss Alex isn't here today, she's out sick, so I'll be taking care of all that today! Sound alright?"
"Yeah sounds fine! Just one thing, who is Miss Alex?"
"Oh, she's your actual boss. I'm just her assistant. If you get the job she'll be at every photo shoot you do."
"Oh, well I hope she feels better soon! Where shall we go for the interview?"
"I'm kinda surprised you dressed up, actually."
"What are you talking about?"
"You see, Miss Matthews, for these interviews it isn't a sit-down, asking questions thing. You model for us."
"You mean like practice shots?"
"Yeah! Then Miss Alex will look at them and see if she likes you! Shall we get started?
"Yeah, sounds good!"
Kat led me into a room with loads of apparel. All over there were shorts, t-shirts, jackets, sweatpants, panties, bras, and even hats just lying around. I imagined this is what all the models wore and this stuff probably wasn't even in stores yet.
She then handed me a sweatsuit. "Just put this on and we'll get started right away on the pictures!"
Kat pointed to a dressing room and I went in and undressed myself, shaking as I did so.
End of Flashback
I felt someone shaking me as I thought more about my interview.
"Hello?! Earth to Lily?!" My mom was waving her hand in front of my face.
"Whoops, sorry Mom. I zoned for a bit," I said, laughing a bit.
"We're here!" She exclaimed with a huge smile spread across her face.
I got out of the car and stared at my house, dropping my mouth open. It was absolutely stunning, gorgeous, beautiful! It was two stories high, but the front of it had a mud-brown brick facade with a black door and two large windows, displaying the living room and dining room. I couldn't believe that I'd be living here, it was like a dream mansion, except maybe a tad smaller. There were three windows on top of the two, two very large and one a bit smaller, but it was cute. I couldn't wait to check out the inside. I grabbed my small laptop case and followed my parents inside. It became very plain on the inside, beige walls and a few nails in them. The staircase was carpeted a red color, where the rest of it went into the living and dining room. I ran upstairs to check out my room. It was rather large, with a huge walk-in closet. I noticed the main window in my bedroom was one of the larger ones from the outside of the house, and the one in my closet was the smaller of the three. I pictured my furniture being delivered; how I'd want it in my room. My bed in the left corner, my desk in the right, and my dresser south of both. I couldn't wait to unpack everything.
"Hey, Lil, can you come help with the suitcases?" My dad yelled from downstairs.
"Coming, Dad!" I took one last look at my new room and headed downstairs. I had a feeling in my gut this was going to be a great, brand new start for me.