Personal Soldier ( The Wanted fanfic )

Personal Soldier

This is my very first actual fanfic, i hope you like it.

Sitting here blogging and tweeting can sometimes be boring. I really wish I can go outside and meet some fans, only if there wasn't so many of them.

First of all let me introduce myself, my name is Sylvia. I am currently 16 years old, and oh did I forget to tell you that I'm also part of a girlband? Well i am. I'm not really sure how we came #1 in America when I have such a terrible voice. People tell me I'm pretty good, but a lot of people nowadays always lie so I don't always believe everything they say. There are 3 members in our group Chloe, Natalie, and me. Being in a band is pretty good, meeting all the celebrities and all. The fans are also a bonus, they are absolutely amazing.

Anyways here I am in my hotel room looking at my fans outside. I really wish I can go there and talk to all of them, but they always go too crazy. Good thing I have my blog with me. I love blogging about The Wanted, they are my favorite boyband in the whole world! I've met tons of celebrities and singers, but I've never met The Wanted.

Tomorrow is the VMA's and also my birthday. We weren't really nominated for anything, which i'm happy about since I don't have to walk up the stage. I find that really tiring and scary. Imagine walking up the stage with everyone looking at you. One mistake can make you a the biggest fool with a picture of you tripping in every magazine. It's really scary walking up the stage with everyone looking at you and every camera pointing at you.

Today's the day, the day of the VMA's. I'm really nervous. We're only going to be watching, but I don't get why I'm getting all sweaty.

Getting myself to fit in this incredibly tight dress is one of the hardest thing to do. I don't even get why every female in every award show has to wear a dress, why can't I just wear jeans and a shirt or something. Finally I got my self to fit in my dress. I walk outside my room and I see both of my band members wearing their dresses. I see Chloe in a perfect red dress, which complements her skin perfectly. And there's Natalie asking us how she looks.

"How do I look? How do I look?!"

"Calm down. Why do you care so much? You look gorgeous anyways." Chloe replied.

"Every singer is going to be there! I have to look great!" Natalie said as if the world's going to end if she doesn't impress them.

"I really don't care how I look," I said while looking at my over blinged dress.

They both gasped as if they ran out of breath for a second. "The Wanted are going to be there!" They both shouted.

I ran up to my room and looked at the mirror without saying anything. I have to look perfect! The Wanted are going to be there! I looked for my make-up, and suddenly it hit me. I don't own any make-up!

I heard laughter behind me. I turned around and saw Chloe and Natalie both laughing at me.

"What are you two laughing at? And where's the make-up?"

They both tried to stop laughing, then finally Chloe said,"You're such and idiot sometimes."