She - a doddleoddle/Dodie Clark fanfiction

Part 2

"So where are we going next, Flying Dutchman?" I said sarcastically.
I was sitting in the front seat of the car, looking out the window. The weather was starting to get chilly which is a typical thing that happens by the end of September.
"Trust me everything is going to be great, you should bloody trust me when it comes to these things I'm a professional." Said Tom.
Tom is my manager and has been for the past year. My mom decided that I will need one if I was going to take the music thing seriously and I 100% was. I don't remember a time when I wasn't singing or playing my guitar, I was like Mozart in a way only my works were nothing compared to his; I wasn't a musical genius I was just a girl who loved to sing. When I entered high school I was terrified that people would think I'm weird for bringing my guitar everyday to school but surprisingly that was what sparked so many conversations between me and my classmates. I had a pretty small group of friends but I was always on good terms with everybody. I wasn't the most crazy kid at high school so I didn't go to many parties but the parties that I did go to were bloody mental and I enjoyed every moment. I would always sing and play at those parties and everybody would enjoy my melodies and made up songs so I felt really confident when I decided to join the music club. There I learned how to play the trumpet, the piano and the violin but playing the guitar was still my favorite. I preformed several times at my school, a hundred or so people would come and I would sing whatever songs I wanted to, I didn't have a schedule at that time so I felt like I was free to do whatever I wanted to. By the end of year twelve I've decided to become a full time musician. I was sure that that was what I wanted to do and my family were super supportive of that decision. And that's how I met Tom, he was the only person willing to work with someone as young and as new to the business as me. He was pretty young himself though he already had a wife and a little baby girl to take care of. My relationship with him was more of a brother sister kind of relationship then a manager singer kind of relationship, he was my friend and we had a great time working together. For the past year I've been touring non stop in order of getting my name out there, I've been to Ireland, Scotland, Russia, Ukraine, Australia, Japan, Korea, Italy, France, Portugal, Germany and many more countries. I think that by the end of the tour I'll get sick by just seeing an airplane but this time I'm back in my home country England.
"God you're so annoying sometimes" I said to Tom. I hate surprises especially when it comes to gigs.
"You can't always know everything about life. Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and enjoy the ride"
"Fuck you and your metaphors! I've heard enough of these for the past year" I said whilst laughing.
This was supposed to be my last gig for September, after that tour I needed a break for at least a couple of weeks. We arrived at a place called "the T-Rex"
"You'll be preforming right here tomorrow." He said while parking the car near the place.
"So why are we here now?"
"You should get used to the surrounding area plus you'll need to rehearse"
we both got out of the car and started walking towards the entrance. The club seemed to be pretty wide from the outside, it was all black and right above the front door was a sigh that said "the T-Rex - a new and beautiful urban experience". I've played at places like these multiple times before, these places are usually where small bands and new artists preform. these places always have a creative aura surrounding them, the big industries have yet to suck all of the creativity out of the performers and the people who come to these places respect that. 
"I know what songs I'll be preforming, I can rehearse at home you know." I looked at him while I opened the door. Tom had short black hair and a beard of the same color, he dyed it back to black a week ago though having a purple beard for 2 months did suit him strangely.
"This time you won't be preforming alone though" he smirked and led my way into the building. I could hear a very soft quiet voice coming from the other end of the empty black hallway that started from the entrance and ended almost at the back of a building, it remained me of a start for a very bad horror movie.
"Really? It is someone I know?"
"Maybe you've heard of her"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Because it was supposed to be a surprise"
I looked at him dead in the eyes with a resting bitch face.
"Don't worry she's lovely"
We got closer and closer to the door at the end of the hallway. The mysterious voice got louder and louder, someone was playing a ukulele and singing some kind of a song. It was probably the girl I was supposed to sing with, gladly a ukelele and a guitar sound great together. As we opened the door I asked
"What's her na-"
Before I could finish my question i saw a young girl standing on a small stage in front of us with a ukulele in her hands, she was singing a very familiar song with the softest most beautiful voice I've ever heard. It was so familiar I swear I heard it before! But the stage was so far away I couldn't tell who she was. She countiued on with the song without even noticing us, I closed my eyes and listened carefully. She was singing an up beat song with her ukulele that made me want to dance and jump around right were I was standing.
"And I'm not saying every face is a canvas
I'm just saying if you're feeling anxious
You should be able to wear whatever you choose
And if you think that I'm wrong, well - I refuse!"
I immediately realized that that girl that was singing in the stage in front of me was Dodie Clark from the YouTube channel doddleoddle. I used to watch a lot of her videos when I was in the eleventh and twelfth grade but since the tour I couldn't watch many YouTube videos but I would still follow her on Twitter to see if she was writing new songs now and then. Suddenly I found myself humming to the tune of her song "paint" together with her.
"There's nothing wrong with a little bit of plant" she sang.
"There's nothing wrong with a little bit of paint" I mumbled.
"So you've heard of her?" Tom laughed. I put a finger on his mouth and he stopped laughing  and looked at me, confused.
"There's nothing wrong with a little bit of paint" Dodie sang and I sang with her.
"There's nothing wrong with a little bit of paint" my mumbling turned into full on singing.
"There's nothing wrong with a little bit of paint" she noticed my singing and our eyes met, I came closer to the stage leaving Tom behind and singing louder and louder so that Dodie could hear me.
"There's nothing wrong with a little bit of paint" Dodie smiled at me and chuckled a bit, messing up the word paint so that it seemed like she said there's nothing wrong with a little bit of pie. I smiled back and ran to the front , right below the stage which Dodie was standing on.
"There's nothing wrong with a little bit of paint. There's nothing wrong with a little bit of paint. There's nothing wrong with a little bit of paint" we sang as we looked at each other smiling. The last line we sang together with all of our vocal ability.
"There's nothing wrong with a little bit of paint!"
Now it was time for the last chorus. I took a deep breath, she laughed. Then we sang.
"Am I hiding or is this just me?
Am I not allowed to be who I want to be?
It makes me feel better, 'cause pretty I ain't!
What's wrong with a little bit of paint?
Am I hiding or is this just me?
Am I not allowed to be who I want to be?
It makes me feel better, 'cause pretty I ain't!"
She looked at me expecting me to sing the next line. My smile was so wide it felt like I was going to ruin my cheeks and tear them in half.
"What's wrong with a little bit" I sang alone.
"What's wrong with a little bit" she sang without me joining in.
"What's wrong with" we both song from the top of our lungs.
"A little bit of paint"
We both bursted into laughter. Dodie almost fell off her chair and I sat down right where I was standing.
"I guess I don't have to introduce you girls right?" Said Tom. I didn't realize that while me and Dodie were laughing he came closer to the stage, he stood exactly behind me. I stood up and and went up on stage, I offered Dodie my hand and said
"I'm Charlie. Charlie Evanston. We are going to be preforming tomorrow apparently so yeah" I smiled at her, she smelled of peaches but there was also a hint of lemon to the smell. She stood up from her chair and put her ukulele besides the chair.
"I'm Dodie but you already knew that right?" She giggled and shook my hand.
"Yeah I guess I did"