She's Not Afraid

Chapter 2: Audition

Niall: We finished performing and jumped off the stage as fast as we could. We reached the dressing rooms in a sprint. Once inside, we found Jess, Zayn Malik's wife, had beaten us. She had sweat beaded up on her forehead and she was in the makeup fixing her running eyeliner. When she heard us come in she turned away from the mirror. She smiled, "Hey guy's. Seems like a killer so far," she said. This was Jess language for, "Good set." Her lime green eyes settled on Zayn's normal brown eyes. She smiled the way she could only smile at him. It was a good sign. Only a week ago Jess had came back from a four week run away after their secret marriage had been leaked by a blood thirsty reporter. Now they were almost back from their stupid sorrys-everytime-we-look-at-each-other phase. Sometimes, those two got on my nerves.

Jess took a sip of the Dr. Pepper on her vanity and fluffed her hair, "The lights are way too hot today though. If I didn't know better I would say they were hooked up wrong." I rolled my eyes and started changing into the new tee shirt and jeans the stylist was holding out to me.

"Yeah maybe we hooked them up," Louis laughed. This is what he believed Jess thought of all of us. Jess was a bloody genius when it came to musis production, hooking up things to a computer system, Djing, and just abou every technical side of a concert. Since I didn't mention it before I'll say it now, Jess is also a sixth member of One Direction. She was a secret member for the longest time. Then like I said, a reporter ruined all that. Anyway, Louis thought she thought we were all total idiots who didn't know a thing.

Jess rolled her eyes at Louis's remark, "Sure." Zayn bit his lip to hold back a chuckle. "Still, they're really warm," she said.

"The crowd seems warm too. Which could bring down their reactions to the show," I pointed out. The guys took this in for a minute.

"Any ideas?" Louis asked.

"The Jonas Brothers always used to do this thing were they sprayed the crowd with water or like a goo stuff mid show," Jess said.

"First, how did you know that. I thought Zayn was the only one for you," Louis said. Jess shot him an angry look before he continued, "And second, great idea but how are we supposed to get a hose like that before the end of intermission."

"What about doing to Twitter early. I mean we usually do once we finish all the songs but if we get them hyped up by doing their Twitter first then that might take their mind off how warm they are?" I suggested.

"That's actually a good idea, Niall," Louis said. I rolled my eyes at his surprise and we got started.

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Maggie: When I awoke at 3:35 pm I heard my parents in the kitchen. I also heard the familiar voice of my agent, Laurie. "This is a great idea. It'll keep her busy so she'll stay out of party's more. Also it films in Mullinger, so she won't have friends to meet up with," my mother said in what I had grown up calling her thinking voice.

"Exactly," Laurie said. I got up from under my soft, lime green comforter and walked over to a mirror. I was a mess. My hair was strown over my head in a way that said I had been restless even in sleep, my eye makeup from the night before was smuged in a way that always made me wish I had bothered to take it off the night before, my lipstick I could tell was all over my pillow, and my short and tank top I had put on before doing to bed was jacked up to my higher ribs. A genuine mess. I got dressed and ran a brush through my tangled hair. When I finally walked down stairs. I looked like the typical Maggie Nelly the rest of the world knew. Except for instead of wearing a Gucci headband, I had a ponytail holding my hair back and I was wearing a pair of jeans versus a tight black skirt.

"Hey Laurie," I said, pretending I hadn't noticed her presence previous to seeing her sitting on the same couch I had been on the night before.

"Hey. How's my favorite super star?" she asked. Automatically I knew she had an audition for me.

"What's the movie?" I asked out of near instinct.

"It's a movie called Watch Me Burn about a piromaniac who starts a bunch of houses on fire. Mostly her Ex-Boyfriends," Laurie said, doing something I called her movie hands, which was pretty much jazz hands.

"Sounds good. When did you schedule the audition?" I asked.

"For twenty minutes from now," Laurie said. I nodded and bolted to go get changed.

After the audition I felt very good about how I did. Of course I did. I was freaking Maggie Nelly. World famous teen actress. Which means I wasn't overly surprised when I got the call back. I was in.