The Alpha's Famous Mate |Rewritten

Chapter 6

Melody's POV

Finally the school bell has rung. The last bell of the day. I let out a sigh in relief, the school day has come to an end. Which makes me do a happy dance internally. Thankfully, Chris decided to grace me with his average presence today. He managed to make a couple of new friends this morning while waiting for my late behind, they got along so well that Chris joined them for lunch. Which wasn't an issue since it meant I could sit with the girls again today. As I navigate through the very busy high school halls my mind drifts to the concert rehearsal I have now. I make a quick stop by my locker to offload all the unnecessary weight and buzz off home.

When I arrived at home I hurriedly exited my car and called out a greeting to my family before making it to my bedroom where I quickly changed into one of my "Audrey Elizabeth" outfits. That's my stage name, "Audrey Elizabeth," Audrey was actually my mom's name and Elizabeth is my second name. So when I perform it's like I'm carrying a piece of my mother along with me. As though she's standing in the crowd silently cheering me on.

My "Audrey Elizabeth" outfit wasn't anything too drastic. I threw on pale denim jeans, matched it with a pale blue shirt and sealed the outfit off with a pair of tan boots. I added some accessories too, which consisted of a necklace and sunglasses. The massive pair of Gucci sunglasses thankfully covered the majority of my face, which will undoubtedly come in handy in the event of paparazzi showing up. A likely event mind you. Because my manager suggested opening my rehearsal's to the public to make up for the fact that the only time my fans see me is when I perform. School makes it a little hard to do any more than that presently.   

Placing my teal wig on top of my hair I rush downstairs and head straight for the garage. In the garage I bypassed all my brothers and cousins cars and got into my black Ferrari. I speed off to the venue we are rehearsing at and make it there in almost no time. Along the drive I think about the third car I would absolutely love to get my sticky little hands on, a white BMW i8. My current dream car. Sigh. 

I park my car in the full parking lot, because unfortunately a lot of paparazzi decided to show up. Luckily the security reserved a front parking spot just for little old me. I grab my phone from the middle console, I make sure that my sunglasses are covering a decent amount of my face as I brace myself for the paparazzi. As soon as I get out of the car I am actively met with flashing lights, mic's shoved into my face and people invading my personal space. I breathe in deeply and exhale before placing a pleasant smile on my face. The security helps shield me from the paparazzi and I make my way inside as I hear the questions,

"Audrey, are you seeing anyone?"

"When will you finally take on a world tour?"

"Are you planning on releasing a new song at your next concert?"

All of these questions were thrown at me as they yelled them out slightly louder than what I would deem necessary. But this is a part of my life I hardly complain about. After all, it is the life I wanted. It means that I am able to have my dream job so I have to take the cons of the job like a champ, because Audrey Elizabeth is no quitter. Thanks to the help of the security I make my way inside relatively quickly.

Inside I am shuffled around by my behind the scenes crew. My first stop is a little room that has been dubbed my dressing room. In there a makeup artist does the practice makeup for the actual concert to make sure that I'm happy with it. My iconic winged eyeliner is .... By a pair of fake eyelashes that frame my eyes and make them look pretty. A natural lip colour is placed on my  pink lips and some eyeshadow too. From there I am ushered out of the room by the concerts project manager who directs me to centre stage.

He places a mic in my hand and gives me  a thumbs up before rushing off stage to sort out a thousand other things. I turn my attention to the left where the stage director and stage crew are. Someone handling sound comes my way to help me fit in my IEMs before stomping back to the stage director. The two of them discuss a few things, while they do a basic sound check. Then before I know it they give me a signal to start singing. I smile and nod at them before I take in a huge gulp of air.