Fame

Chapter-1

Victoria Lee as Roxy.^-^

Chapter-1

"Roxy! Roxy! Roxy!" The crowd screams and screams, awaiting my entrance to the stage. Others scream "Remember, Remember!," since the name of our band is Miss Remember.

I'm a singer, and no not some cookie-cutter pop stuff. Rock. It has a way of channeling my emotions in songs. It can be hard rock, alternative, classic, everything. I guess people can say I have my own style.

Finishing getting my hair and make up done, I get dressed in my performance dress, a short, sparkling black strapless dress that goes about mid-thigh. I do my quick warm ups before getting ready to start.

"Are you guys ready??" I shout on the mic. Running to the lift up, under the stage, my band members are making their entrance, making their way to their instruments while I get the crowd going. One of them, being my little sister, Jess, on drums.

The crowd's shouting gets louder and louder as I take my position on the lift. I make sure my headset/ mic is secure before I give the nod for them to lift me up. "I can't hear you!"

The crowd's screams in enthusiasm and the lift begins to rise. Fog fills the stage and the flashing lights hit me when I finally reach the top. Smiling, I look at the crowd. "Hello, New York City!" The crowd's screams get louder, people jump up and down and stand instead of sitting in their seats.

Nodding to my band members, they begin playing their instruments to the first song of the night. Moving along to my choreography and my background dancers, I begin dancing and singing the lyrics.

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"Ladies! Great performance tonight. Roxy you could've done a little better, drink some coffee you look like you need it," our manager, Nick, enters the tour bus. "Clean up some, you girls are going to crash a party being thrown by Seth Rowe, singer of the band Makeshift Midnight. We need this publicity."

"You mean Seth Rowe, a.k.a. Mr. Bad Boy, party boy, with the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude?" Jess raises a curious brow as she twirls her drum sticks.

"Yep, that's the one." Nick leans on the door.

"Yeah, pass." I'm exhausted, along with the rest of us. We don't have the energy to go to some party.

"Its not an option, your going, now get ready." With that, Nick turns and leaves the tour bus.

Sighing, we get up and clean up some. I fix my hair, which falls into perfect dark brown curls. I wear dark eye liner to bring out my bright blue eyes and natural colored eye shadow, then red lip stick.

I put on a black sparkly dress, around mid-thigh length with holter top straps. With a touch of my own style, I put on my black converse.

"Roxy! Come on!" Jess calls from outside.

"Coming!" I walk out and I look up at the large hotel, where celebrities typically stay at.

"The party's at the penthouse suite." Jess looks up at the hotel with me. It looks like a skyscraper its so tall.

"Roxy! Roxy over here!" Ugh, Press and Paparazzi. They surround us with their flashing, camera lights. Instinctively, my hands fly up to shield my eyes. "Roxy! What do you think your parents would say if they were around?"

"When do you think your father's being released from jail?"

"Would they be proud of you?"

"Roxy! Is their any boys out there we should no about??"

There's questions after questions, followed by no answers. My mother was killed when I was 8, my father went to jail when I was 11. The only family I have is Jess. Somehow, the press managed to figure this out.

Grabbing onto my arm, Jess pulls me out of my daze and we rush through the crowd into the building. The doors close behind all of us and we head through the lobby, to the elevator. "I hate elevators," Jess mutters as the elevator doors close. She hits the floor button and the elevator lifts.

The doors open and music fills our ears. Its dark in the room, but there's flashing lights all around with a huge crowd, people are everywhere. A man stops in front of us with a clipboard in his hands. "Names," he states flatly. Shit. We weren't invited, just crashing and being seen here for publicity. The guard's head lifts up at us. "Names," he states again and taps on the clipboard.

"Um.." Before I can come up with anything, Jess steps in front of me.

"Excuse me!? Do you know who she is??" She has the whole fake diva act down. She stands confidently up at the guard.

"Names," he crosses his arms over his chest. "I can't let you in if your not on the list. Now, I suggest you get lost or else--"

"Now, now. Don't be so hasty, Jacob," glancing over, I look at the man leaning on the door frame. I almost didn't recognize him. Seth Rowe. He looks from Jess, to Crystal, to Lizzy, and then his eyes finally land on me. His eyes scan me up and down appreciatively, causing me to shift uncomfortably. The corners of his lips twitch upwards at my reaction. "Hello, ladies."

Glancing at him, I get a quick look of him. A quick look was all it took. Dark hair, very dark blue eyes that give away nothing, broad shoulders, and a body like a God. Muscles, abs, biceps..Holy damn, I think I'm almost drooling before I snap out of it. He's tall, like around 6'3 or 6'4, unlike me. I'm only around 5'7 or 5'8, and mostly consists of my long legs, which men typically stare appreciatively at.

"So. Crashing a party now, are we?" Seth crosses his arms over his chest.

Walking up, I stand in front of the girls, a few feet from him. I flip my hair over my shoulder and smile flirtaciously. "We can leave, if you'd like."

He grins, almost arrogant and cocky-like, as he eyes me up and down. "Well I never said that."

"So you wan't us to stay?"

"Do what you wan't." The smile doesn't change on his face, but mine does.

My smile turns into a mockery of his arrogant, cocky-like grin, almost as if I'd won something. "Hear that girls? Looks like we're partying." With that, we walk into the party without another word.

Looking back at Seth, he looks a bit surprised that I can play him like he can play others.

Then his lips twitch upwards in a determined smile as if to say, "Let the games begin."