Nobody Compares

Chapter One: The X-Factor

The blood was soaking through my dress. This dress was once beautiful - and white. And, it was once for a special occasion. I reassured myself in a sarcastic tone, if you survive this is a special occasion. It will be the last thing you remember. The police men on my case, came to my room to deliver the news to my fiancee, almost husband. "We found the shooter." I watched Niall smile, and become happy - until the cop finished. "She's dead. She killed herself after shooting her." He jerked a thumb my way as if I was a useless doll, put on stand for hospital staff. I looked back up to the ceiling where the light was getting wider, and bigger, and closer. I tried, but I couldn't tell anyone. My voice would just crack, and make me sound horrible.

You don't understand it at all, do you?? Shall we start from the beginning then? .

I flipped onto the right side of my bed. The cold, unused sheets chilled my body. My pant legs had rolled up to my thighs, and my shirt went down exposing my chest. I guess it is my time to get up. I had nothing but relaxing planned for the day. I didn't have any tour meetings since it just ended, nor meet and greets. It was a nice day.

I heard my name being screamed from the front of my dad's estate. I looked out the window to see the summer sun shining everywhere. Behind my big black gates was about 20 fans with posters and signs. I would probably meet with them, give them autographs and pictures.

I am a famous singer. Known all around the world. My name is Piper Clark. I have a sister named Gemma, and a brother named Harry. I live with my birth father after my mother died. My stepfather had no use with me, so I was sent to live with my dad.

Gemma and Harry are my half siblings. They were born from my father, but a different mother. Gemma was around my age, and Harry was a year younger than us. Gemma enjoyed having a sister. She was only 10 when she found out I was her sister. My mother died when I was 10, and forced to live with my dad and his two kids. Harry was 8, going on 9, and didn't understand it. 

I am 17 years old now. I already have my career planned out. I was a singer, I would always be a singer. I loved singing. I lived to sing.

I have bouncy blonde hair. Not a lot of people know its actually dyed with bleach. My hair is naturally curly though.

I looked at the clock, and remembered today I had to help Harry with vocals. He was going to take on singing like I did. He was applying for our country's X-Factor, England. He needed help getting the notes and pitches. I was happy to help. 

I was expecting Harry at 5, and it was 4:30. I jumped out of my comfortable bed, sad to have to work. I jumped in the shower, and grabbed a towel. I stepped in the steamy shower, releasing the tension from my shoulders. I just deeply thought in the shower. I thought about the days, and Harry winning the X-Factor. It would happen. Harry was such a good singer! 

I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped the towel around me. I realized I forgot clothes. I pressed my ear to the door. I heard nothing. I opened the door, and began walking up the wooden stairs. I pressed my towel so hard against my chest that I left the towel print on my skin. I reached the top of the stairs when I ran into someone. I loosened my hand against the towel accidently, and when I looked at the person, the towel fell, exposing my body. Harry was looking at me, trying not to look at my body parts. I quickly got my towel, and pushed past the boy. 

I got into my room, and picked a dress out with fishnet stockings. The dress was zigzags of multiple colors. It had a one shoulder spaghetti strap, the other was a sleeve. It went down to my knees. I hated the low dresses that go to your butt. I wore those for photo shoots and the tour sometimes, but it was like a onesie. It had shorts in it.

I came down the stairs, wearing my non slip, slippers. I got to the bottom, and I walked to the piano. Luckily that was one of the only things I knew how to play. Guitar was my second instrument. When I descended off the stairs, I saw the boy was ready to practice.

"I'm going to sing Isn't She Lovely." I nodded, hoping he was ready. "Uh, about the stairs..."

"No," I said stopping him. "Nothing happened, right?" I pressured him into agreeing. 

"Yeah... nothing happened."

I looked for the piano notes in our piano book. Finally I found the song. I began playing the piano. My fingers glided on the keys. 

Suddenly Harry's voice broke through the piano's notes. "Isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful?" I smiled and nodded at him. "Isn't she precious? Less than one minute old, I never thought through love we'd be making as lovely as she, but isn't she lovely? Made from love." Harry sang the whole song, hitting every note. He wasn't pitchy, or off pitch. He was a good singer. I never realized he was that good.

"Was that good?" Harry placed the fake microphone on the piano, which was a hair brush. 

My jaw quickly fell. "You were really, really good. Next week is the audition, right?" He nodded. "If it was tomorrow, you would be ready. You are going to win. Okay, here is some tips. Don't make enemies, be nice. Don't help anyone. And thats it. You're ready." He smiled and ran to his room. I heard the door shut and the television turn on. Of course it was Spongebob.

I walked out side with two pens and a pad of paper. I walked down the driveway to the screaming fans. Sometimes they were like those cockroaches that followed you everywhere, but in a strange sense - you loved them. I love my fans. They spent so much of their hard earned money on me. On me! They knew a lot about me too. Sometimes even more than I knew about my own self. It was crazy. Some were obsessed but I adore them, and they adore me.

"Piper! Piper!" Luckily there were only fans, no reporters or paparazzi. 

"Hi guys!" I yelled as loud as I could. "How are you guys?" They all screamed. "Its okay guys, I'll sign all of your autographs. I have to stay inside the gate though. My dad would kill me if I left the gate." I focused on the first girl. "Hi, what's your name?"

"My name is Coralee. I love your music Piper!" 

I gave everyone an autograph, and a picture if they wanted. Soon I got to everyone, and I told them I had to leave. I began walking on the grass to the house. The sun kept beating down on me, making me sweat. It was really hot outside.

I got inside the house, and ran to my huge room. I jumped on my bed, and turned the television on. Sadly, nothing was on. I decided to put the music channel on. One unknown song ended and a really good one started. It was Ne-yo singing So Sick. So Sick was one of my favorite songs. The beat was fantastic, the lyrics were perfect too. If I see Ne-yo again I would be sure to tell him how much I love it. I met hit at the Music Awards once, but I only said hi and bye. 

Suddenly I got a text. It was Gemma.

Gemma: did you practice with Harry ? 

Me: Yeah. Why?

Gemma: I don't know. Is he ready to go?

Me: He was so fantastic! He is totally ready.

Gemma: good. I'm having a party at our house next week since we can't go to his auditions. We can watch his on tv. I rented a projector and screen for it. I already bought tons of food

Me: okay good. I'll be there

I flipped onto my side, and watched the television. After Ne-yo went off, I came on. It was my song Teen. I didn't know why anyone even liked me though. I mean I might be a singer, but I'm not physically attractive!

"I just wanna, I just wanna stay stay stay a teen, forever more, being a teen, I just, I just, I just I wanna be a teen again." My voice broke out into the chords, making the pop music sound good. I closed my eyes and welcomed the blackness called slumber. 

A/N - who loves Hot Chelle Rae? Sorry, I'm listening to them right now

I'm asking who are you now?

Honestly, I'd appreciate a couple of fans if you like the story ... ? :)