Date; 1983 Location; Top of The Pops Warnings; swearing, violence.
The final chords of 'Mad World' are heard as my band and I, Tears for Fears, finish our new single on Top Of The Pops- and thank god for that.
I smile, making my way swiftly off of the stage and into our shared dressing room, trying to conceal my anger for at least when Curt and Roland are stood in front of me- on cue, they walk in after me. I turn around quickly and angrily, clenching my coat in my hand.
"BULLSHIT DID YOU WRITE THAT SONG ROLAND! BULLSHIT DID YOU PLAY THAT GUITAR VERSE AND BULL-SHIT DID YOU SING THAT VERSE! Oh and Curt- LOOK AT ME AGAIN WHEN YOU SING A LYRIC WITH THE INTENTION OF AIMING IT AT ME, I DARE YOU!" I scream, walking towards Curt as Manny, the drummer, puts his arm in front of me as I glare at him.
"STOP SHOUTING! I only played it 'cause I thought you weren't capable and it looks like I was right you mad cow-" I cut him off by Colliding my hand with his face as he takes a step back. Nicky, Roland's admirer, comes towards me, slapping me in return, her ring catching on my cheek as a small drop of blood makes its way down my face. I take a sharp breath in, raising my hand to my cheek, feeling a cut had formed.
"That's fucking it, YOU TRY FIND A NEW SINGER YOU BUNCH OF PRICKS," I yell, throwing my coat on, grabbing the strap of my guitar bag, "THIS WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I'VE EVER MADE! Just beware Nicky, if they replace me with you, your life will become miserable as hell- you dare steal any of my songs for the next album, you see what happened, I'm done with you all." I shove on my sunglasses, walking out of the room at a fast pace, speed-walking down the corridor as I let a solitary tear slip from my eye- freedom has never felt so good yet so gut-wrenching...
I run into my chauffeurs car, slamming the door shut.
"Home; no wait, the pub, please." I change my mind last minute, sinking back into the seat.
Arriving at the pub, which is only for Top of the Pops singers this late at night, I don't hesitate to order a large glass of white wine. I lean against my hand which is propped onto the bar, the large glass of liquid happiness in the other, as I contemplate the past few moments that had just taken place...
She really slapped me, huh.
I think of all the times Nicky has been spiteful to me; jealous is her middle name, she always wanted to sing , in my place, on the records. I should've seen it coming really, she's swooned by Roland! I pity her really. Ordering another drink, the bartender takes my empty glass away from me , replacing it with another large white wine.
I reckon she's always been out to get me, like a wolf hunting down it's prey- maybe that once she 'dropped her curling iron' on me wasn't an accident either? What a bi-
"Frankie?" Distracts me as I turn my head around to see Nick Rhodes standing beside me, looking slightly worried.
"Oh, Hey Nick!" I smile, already feeling slightly tipsy- however, I think that's in order to forget the events of tonight. He sits beside me, a sympathetic smile on display.
"I heard the altercation with Roland and Nicky, are you ok? By the looks of your cheek, I'm 'gonna say no." He wipes away the dried blood as I smile. Nick has always been one of my closest friends, we were in the same year at school. We met when a boy called Nick gay after he put on some lip balm- I swung for that guy and I didn't miss!
"She slapped me, Nick. I'm going to need to dis-infect my face!" I smile, placing my glass down on the bar as Nick lets out a hearty laugh.
"In all seriousness, even though I know you don't do serious, are you ok?" He questions as I look at him once more. Without a doubt, I burst into tears. It seems to be my go-to thing, really. However, whatever the hell happened half an hour ago didn't upset me, it angered me. How can you treat your own band mate as sourly as that?
Wrapping his arms around me as we've been in this situation one too many times, I put my head on his shoulder.
"If it makes you feel any better- Curt's haircut makes him look like a rat?" He jokes as I let out a giggle, raising my hand to wipe my tears away. As I hear the door open to the pub, I am more distracted by the fact my mascara is probably making its way down my pale face.
"Hey Nick!" I hear the famous Simon Le Bon bellow as him and the rest of Duran Duran make their way over to Nick and I; god, I haven't seen them for ages! The last time I saw them must've been on the set of Girls on Film which I did all of the makeup and hair for- I'm a trained hair and beauty student, being everyone's resource for a haircut.
"Frankie, long time no see hey-" He stops, noticing my trail of tears, "Oh no, are you ok? Is it what happened with Roland and that?" Simon pulls up a chair as the other three Taylor boys follow suit, Andy ordering their drinks in. They must've all heard it- I'll be surprised if no one didn't, I shouted my arse off!
"Yeah, yeah, it was. I'm not upset I'm just-" I look at him as he finishes my sentence, "Angry! So you should be, they are pricks, believe me, you got a lucky escape!" He smiles, taking his beer from Andy's hand.
"I don't suppose any of you have a tissue?" I look around.
"Here, I do," I look to my left where the voice arose; John Taylor.
My god has he gotten handsome; sexy even-
I snap out of my trance, reaching out a shaking hand to grab the tissue as my eyes get lost in his; they are brown pools of chocolate which could easily melt any girl away. My hand brushes over his, sending shivers down my spine as I smile, whispering a thank-you.
Am I being obvious I'm finding him so attractive?
Snapping back to reality once more, I focus on getting rid of the leaked mascara under my eyes; the job proved to be more difficult than I thought.
"Here you've missed a bit," John stand up once more as my heart begins to race. He gently retrieved the tissue, using his steady hands to wipe under my eye, his face inches away from mine. His breath smells like beer, which mixes with the heavy smell of aftershave as I can't help but enjoy it!
He hands me the tissue, stepping back with a smile.
"T-thanks." I smile, grabbing the tissue as some form of sentimentality, staring down at my lap, hoping my hair covers any distant blush that may have arose on my face.
"Coar, Nigel's got a crush-" Andy speak up, earning a kick to the shin from John.
"How many times have I got to tell you, Andrew, it's John! And no I don't." He pouts, leaning back in his chair, causing a laugh to escape all of our mouths.
Tonight may have been rubbish in more ways than one...
But I think I finally do believe in love at first sight...
With John Taylor anyways!
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A/N: I'm so sorry this was long, but hey, the first chapter is up! Sorry if it's slow now, but the next chapter is 💫amazing💫 and something big happens so watch out chicas! I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter- for any of yiu who don't know who Tears for Fears are, Here's a picture...
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