Blackmailed ( Martin Garrix Fanfiction )

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"So, on Wednesday you have an interview, and you're also playing at different clubs each night, I know it sounds pretty exhausting, but trust me on this, it's really good for your career right now,"
Karen said, giving me a cup of coffee.

Karen was my new manager, kind of like Rick with Martin. They work together, so it's a bonus and it's really simple to get gigs with Martin. I had a hard time paying attention to what she was saying, I had a huge headache from last night and all I could think about was the weird phone calls. I asked my sister if she was the one calling me and turns out she never even dialled my number last night.

I was probably paranoid, but still, it was strange. First the flowers, and now this.

"Are you listening to what I'm saying?"

I turned to her, as she stood there, her coffee in between her ring filled fingers, and her other hand played with her dirty blonde curls. She reminded me of my sister, in a way. She was around her age, she had the same body type and she had the same long dirty blonde hair. Both of them were perfect, is what I'm trying to say.

I silently nodded, "Y-Yeah, sorry, I-I'm tired, that's all," I softly smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"So you're aware that you have to be ready in 30 minutes?"
"Wait, what?"
She playfully rolled her eyes, "You have an interview in 30 minutes, and I don't think you'd want to appear on live television looking like..." She stopped halfway in her sentence and tilted her head looking down at my outfit, "...that,"

I looked down at what I was wearing, and she was right.

I was wearing an old T-shirt that I've had since I was a child with pyjama shorts.

"Right," I nodded, running my fingers through my messy hair, "I'll be right back,"

I sprinted to the hotel room's bathroom and brushed my teeth, I usually was really fast when I had to get ready, but I never appeared on live television before, therefore I never really had to look flawless. I usually threw some random stuff on and headed outside without any makeup and with my hair in a bun, but today is not the day for messy buns and random outfits.

I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened.

Oh dear.

I literally looked like I hadn't slept in about a month and my hair is something I would rather not talk about right now. I opened my sister's makeup bag that she had let me borrow yesterday night and poured its content on the counter.

She had a lot of shades of foundation, and they all looked the same to me. I picked up a random one and hoped that it matched my skin tone. I started applying the opaque liquid on my face and furrowed my eyebrows as I felt the weird texture against my skin. How could people wear this everyday? When it looked okay, (then again, okay is a really strong word, because I looked neon orange, but I didn't have the time to change it) I moved on to my eyes.

I turned towards the door as I heard someone knocking, I practically ran to the door handle and opened it.

As soon as Karen looked up from her phone to meet my gaze, her eyes widened and she looked disgusted.
"What happened to your face?" She said, examining every corner of my face.
"I tried to apply foundation, not the right colour?"
"Did you put the whole bottle? I mean, okay, you know there's a makeup artist waiting for you, right?"
"There is?"
"Of course, now get dressed and take the orange off your face,"

I smiled and nodded, feeling the excitement rush through me. I wasn't used to this, I've never had a makeup artist before to do my makeup. I rinsed my face to wash off the foundation and got dressed. I would probably have a stylist too, but I shouldn't have high expectations like that, but I couldn't help it.

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"So, how does it feel to be the youngest DJ to be signed to Spinnin' Records?" the interviewer asked, as the crowd in front of me went silent. I had to take a moment to look at my surroundings. In front of us stood all the camera men with all their equipment; microphones, HD cameras, etc. I was on live television right now, which meant that I couldn't make any mistake. There was a crowd of people watching the interviewer's show. Kind of like watching Ellen, except I didn't know this guy as much and I was the one sitting besides the host.

I inhaled and smiled, "Honestly, it feels unreal. I don't know how to describe it, but it's a feeling I've never experienced before. It's like everything's happening so fast, and I don't know how to properly react,"

"I understand, it must be weird to be in your position,"

"Yeah, but it's a good kind of weird," I smiled, feeling anxious.

"It's quite understandable, you're only 16 and you've been known for what, a week or so?"

"Yeah, about a week,"

"It's crazy, when we think about it. At your rate, you do realize you'll be one of the most well-known DJs in today's music industry?"

Hearing him say something like that suddenly made me realize what was happening to me. I truly was becoming famous for what I love doing; creating music. It's as if all week I hadn't realized what was going on and I was too caught up in the moment to realize it. I think that I didn't have enough time to process everything. Two weeks ago, I was packing for Florida with the tiniest hope of going to SDMF. Never in a thousand years would I have thought something this huge would happen.

You never know what to expect, and now I understand.

"It's hard to realize it, it's as if I can't bring myself to believe it, you know?" I replied, smiling widely.

"Yeah, and how does going back to school sound? You're a junior in high school, right? When are you going back?"

I froze.

I completely forgot about school, I completely forgot that I would be going back to that hole they call school in freaking 3 days. How was I supposed to go there? This is where my worst teasing is! This is where people make me feel like shit for having a different dream than them. Now that's I've become more known, I sure hope it'll get better.

"So?"

I realized that I had been silent for a few minutes and that everyone was waiting for me to answer.

"Oh, I-I'm going back on Monday, which is in 3 days,"

How on Earth will be able to go through another semester without having a mental breakdown.

And what about Martin?

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GUYS HI ITS BEEN A WHILE

if any of you guys are 1D fans let's cry together I still can't get over the fact that zayn left.

I'm going to spain in a week so i'll probably update a lot this week because I won't be able to update after that for another week or two so holaaaaaaaa

AND SORRY SHITTY CHAPTER ITS A FILLER ILY ALL <3