Savannah // Michael Clifford

1.1 - Attacked

Savannah

The videos from last night were everywhere. Fans pretty much had a field day when they saw them, most laughing at the way Michael had reacted and how he was pouting about losing the next day. (His rants were all over Twitter. Fans were making edits of pictures and the videos.)  Mason on the other hand, was not happy about me being out last night with them, or the videos in general.

When he arrived at my hotel room he woke me up with a fit; thankfully all he did was yell about me being out. Though, I know once I tell him about Breanna's plans to have me sing with a guy for a duet, he's not going to be a bit happy.

Moira and Breanna both talked with my producers and they all came to an agreement that I would be featured on a track with an artist; Ben Hazelwood to be exact.

Mason returning wasn't the only thing that had turned my mood sour today. My mother had called me and had a full on fit about why I, as her only child, should come to her damn birthday party. Explaining to her that I had stuff booked that day was much easier than telling her that I didn't want to be that close to them and it seemed less harsh. I've learned that the only love they know is money; wanting to pay more attention to their jobs than each other or me.

"Savannah, are you ready?" Steven asked, coming through to my dressing room.

I had an acoustic little hangout/show today before the concert tonight. So I was just fixing up myself and getting reading.

"Yeah, I'm done. Let's go." I stood up, giving the outfit Taylor gave me and my make-up a once over before following Steven out the door. A crowd of about thirty people were sat in the grass all around me, smiling widely, and having their phones out. My smile was wide, watching everyone singly along to the song I first covered.

"Okay everyone, sing it loud for me."

'Don't lose who you are

in the blur of the stars.

Seeing is deceiving

dreaming is believing

It's okay, not to be okay.'

My voice faded out as I let the crowd take over. Sure it wasn't my song, but I was extremely proud to hear everyone singing along. As the song drew closer to the edge, I joined back in to conclude the song.

"Y'all are truly amazing." I said softly. People were clapping and cheering, giving me the best feeling ever.

Six songs later and I was done and now meeting with everyone. Some asked for photos and others just wanted to give me some presents. All of them, though, were extremely amazing and so thoughtful. I hated when I had to leave them but I knew I had too.

When I got back to my dressing room, Mason sat on the chair in the corner, a dark look smothering his soft features. My heart rate dropped, he's mad; raging mad.

"Mason?" I asked, voice weak and legs planted stiff. I didn't know what was wrong with him, or why he was this mad.

"Shut the door, Savannah!" He spat, sending me a glare. Shakily, I shut my escape route, but wanting nothing more than to leave it open and run out it.

The seconds seemed to tick away before Mason stood up. He strode over to me, face straight and fist clenched.

"Breanna stopped by while you were gone. She wanted to let you know that you were set to record Wednesday. She also mentioned to me that this new song was a duet with some guy named Ben. When were you planning on telling me that you were doing a duet with a guy, Savannah?"