3Dx1D: An Epic Story of Romance, Heartbreak, and Life

Chapter Three

A few weeks after Tatiana's unique encounter with Harry Styles, The Three Dreamers were scheduled for an interview on the late night talk show, with James Corden. This has been an anticipated event of the group- because it will give them a chance to promote their newest album, You Never Know. An album dedicated to speaking your heart out, because fortune favors the bold and risks are a necessity in going towards the things you want. This was Michele's idea, as the recent turn of events drove her and the rest of the girls to write about their hardships and their experiences towards achieving the dream that they have now. The 3 Dreamers were preparing for their interview in the dressing room backstage, while the camera crew and production managers were setting up the lights and sounds.

I can't believe this is happening. We're really here. Michele thought in awe and disbelief as she looked at her reflection in the gleaming mirror surrounded by circular light bulbs, stationed at an intricately carved marble dresser. This is it, the big leagues, Mich. You better not screw this up, bitch.

She surveyed her looks- with her natural full heart pouty lips, mesmerizing dark brown eyes, and a pear-shaped face, she was a stunner, especially with mascara and red lipstick. Not to mention the fact that out of them three, she had all the nice curves in all the right places. Not bad, she remarked as she put on her pink eyeshadow. Although she has always looked good and people have always told her how pretty she is, she felt like she always had to make an extra effort to do so. After years of being stuck in abusive relationships, her self-esteem had taken a hit and her misplaced trust in her exes had a toll on her insecurities.

Tatiana interrupts her thoughts as she comes up behind her and places her chin on the top of Michelle's head. "Babes, I'm so freaking nervous and excited! I can't believe we went from singing in Max's old bathroom to performing and being a guess here on the Late Night Talk Show! It feels like I was just watching his crosswalk musicals and now look at us three."

"Babes, just chill, okay. We're going to be fine. Love you boat. Now stop moving, I gotta make my eyeliner perfect." Michelle replied as she carefully drew out a wing at the end of her eye's lining.

Tatiana laughed and proceeded to talk in their native language. "Sheesh, perfectionist ka talaga! I love you yacht babes, grabe di talag-" her sentence was cut off as the both of them heard shouting from the corner of the room, in the area of Max's vanity table.

"Art, no I don't have fucking time for this! Please, for goodness sakes, this is an important day if you would just-AH NAKAKAPESTE KA, you douchebag!" Max was furiously shouting into her phone. She was probably having another fight with Arthur, her long-time boyfriend of 3 years. I can't believe she stuck with that piece of trash for three years. If that was me, I would've gotten the fuck out of there years ago. Michele rolled her eyes as the usual stream of tears came down from Max's eyes.

"I told you so. If you can't play with fire, stop going into the fucking kitchen, Max." Max never listened to her and Tatiana's advice and always insisted on doing her own way- even if her own way usually ended up with her in tears. She can't help but give Max tough love. She knew what it was like to be the martyr, the fool, the blind, and the victim of relationships. She was always the one getting hurt- that's why she made it a vow to never let anyone else in again, for fear of ruining the walls she built up around herself and her heart.

"He kept saying shits to me. I'm tired lads. This is so tiring. I love you lads ship." Max wailed as Tatiana reached out to hug her. Michele finished applying the rest of her makeup and as their manager popped in reminding them to go out in five minutes, she patted Max's back and gave her a sad smile.

"You're going to be alright, lad. Wag ka na sad. Just please remember that sometimes, the right thing to do is the hardest thing to do. Wishing you luck."

We're all gonna need a bit more than luck if we want to make it out alive in this life. She shook her head and plastered on a happy smile, shaking away the bad thoughts of her past. The show must go on.