𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐄𝐘
For the past five years, I've managed to avoid him. I've managed to forget about him and move on from him. Mostly. Alex Lancaster and I have history, but nothing will ever change between us.
At least until he shows up at my dad's work...
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I stand next to the entrance of the stage, waving my hands nervously. I'm already dressed with my makeup and hair done. Now I'm waiting on Alex and the guys.
The crowd is loud. So loud I can barely hear myself think.
"Lynn!" A voice calls, and I find Alex jogging toward me with a smile.
"Hey." He catches up to me, immediately pressing his lips to mine. He pulls away breathless, smiling down at me.
"So, what's all this?" I hear Theo ask and find him gesturing between us.
"We're together." Alex announces.
"Shit, no way." Lucas's jaw drops. "You finally bagged the girl."
I decide to cut in. "Technically, he would've bagged me years ago if it weren't for my dad."
"So it was your dad." My brows furrow. "We came up with an idea that maybe it was your dad who forced you to leave."
I nod slowly. The crowd grows loud again and I feel like my stomach is being eaten by wolves. I turn to Alex. "Do I look okay? Should I change? Do you think they'll hate me? Oh, my god, they're going to hate me. I went back on my word and they're going to hate me. What if they hate how I sound? What if I can't sing as good as I used to?"
Alex places his hands on my shoulders. "Relax. They're going to love you. I promise. And you look amazing."
"Are you sure?" I run my hands down the outfit I was given. It's a black top that's more of a sports bra with black shorts and a see-through mesh top with black see-through tights. It's a little revealing, but at least I don't look ugly in it. Thankfully, I was able to wear my high-heeled boots.
I fidget with my hair, remembering the strings of beads clipped into my hair.
Alex cups my face. "Lindsey. You're going to be fine." He assures me, and I blow out a breath. "We'll sing a few of our songs, then we'll announce you on stage and you'll come out."
"You're still singing the Avril Lavigne cover, right?" Lucas asks.
I nod, fidgeting with my hands. Just then, a manager walks over to us. "Alright, you three are on."
Alex pecks my lips, smiling at me. "Don't worry. You'll do great. And there's security everywhere. You're safe."
"Okay." I whisper. "Go. You have fans waiting on you."
He smiles at me, then they're running onto the stage. I stand on the stairs, watching as they set up and greet the crowd. They all scream in excitement.
I used to dream of this moment. Of being on stage with a crowd roaring for me. For fans who loved me. Fans who adored me. I used to dream of being on billboards and my name being screamed out by fans who were ecstatic to hear me sing.
I watch as the music starts, Alex's voice echoing through the speakers. Even with the drums and the guitar playing, you can hear Alex's voice clearly.
It's soft and smooth, controlled. He knows how to draw people in with his voice and make them feel like they're in a trance. Or maybe that's just me. Even five years ago, his voice was one of my favorite parts of him.
