A/N - hi!!!! Just quick note this entire series will contain drugs/smut/etc. the entire plot is about addiction. I will not be putting warnings. Proceed with caution.
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"Shit..." Ella muttered, blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face as she fiddled with a random wire, trying to remember what it was for. It seemed like every time Ella set up her equipment for a gig, something just had to go wrong. She stood up, tapping the mic. Still no sound... She let out a frustrated groan and went back to messing around with the plugs and such.
Ella was setting up to play at a local club near her apartment. She lived in New York City, (thanks to her extremely rich parents) and she was studying music theory and the music industry. She had never wanted to go to college, she wanted to do her own thing, but her parents had forced her to go, telling her over and over about how this would give her a "headstart" with her career. Because sitting in a classroom, wasting hours of her life was totally giving her a head start. She didn't need a headstart. She could make it perfectly fine on her own. Ella always had a feeling she was going to make it big. Currently, she has a small (but growing!) fanbase who supported her music. Her first album was to come out one month from the current day, January 24th, and she was doing everything she could to promote it. She had played shows at this club before, but for some reason this was nerve racking. She was told a lot of people were going to be there tonight, considering it was a Friday, which wasn't even the part that bothered her. What bothered her is that she was playing one of her demos for an entire club of people. She was always very insecure about her songwriting, and tonight she finally got to see what people thought.
"Finally.." Ella let a sigh of relief out as her equipment finally was working. She quickly got through her soundcheck, just playing some random chords on her guitar and talking into the mic. After a few more minutes, someone came up on the small stage to get the club's attention. It was the club manager, Dave.
Ella was zoned out as she heard distorted words. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breathing became shallow. She was never this nervous.. She tried shaking it off but she just couldn't.
"...and we are so happy to have her!" Ella snapped back into reality when he realized Dave was done with his speech.
"Yeah, thank you for having me, I hope you all enjoy!" She flashed a forced smile to the crowd before fixing up her guitar one last time as Dave walked off stage. "To start off, I wanted to do something different. This song doesn't have a name yet. Well, kinda. It's called demo ten on my computer, so I guess that counts as a name.." The crowd chuckled softly before she started playing.
The first song went smoothly, and people seemed to really enjoy it. Relief flowed through Ella and she let herself smile out to the crowd, her eyes sweeping the audience. Her eyes flicked to one face that lurked in the back of the club, but she shook it off. It couldn't be who she thought it was..
She continued on with her set, getting more and more confident the more she played. Her set ended quicker than she thought, which she was quite disappointed about. She thanked the crowd and walked off stage, keeping her equipment there for the time being. After her gigs she usually stayed there for a bit to get a drink or meet up with her friends. Tonight, she was alone, but still wanted to sit down for a little bit.
She landed at the bar, sitting up on a stool with crossed legs. She adjusted her long hair, before picking at the callouses from her guitar that were on her finger. She was wearing a short black dress paired with boots that were almost knee-high, along with a small, cropped jacket over it, and to top it off, she had dark red lipstick on, which complimented her green, almost emerald eyes.
The bartender finally came over, asking her what she wanted.
"I'll just have the usual." Ella simply stated, before a voice chimed in next to her.
"And put it on my tab." a thick british accent said, in an obviously flirtatious (and drunk) voice.
Ella rolled her eyes, before looking over to see who was there.
Oh shit..
It was none other than Matty Healy, the lead singer of a band that was gaining a lot of popularity, called The 1975. She didn't listen to too much of their music, only what occasionally came on the radio. She had been to a show or two when they were in NYC, not knowing the lyrics, but they did put on quite the performance. The lead singer had this charisma to him, one that made even Ella slightly flustered. The way he moved on stage was nothing less than absolutely incredible.
