Guarded (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 95

"I'm taking you out tonight after the performance." Harry says. "Wear somethin' pretty."

With that he walks out.

That boy... Sometimes...

I have a performance at a famcy award show tonight. I forgot what it was called.

I'm doing I Dreamed A Dream from Le Miserables.

It's completely out of my comfort zone but it's a theatrical performance, crying and all so, I'm excited.

I love the song. I can relate so much to it which is slightly scary but it hints at strong rebellion towards redemption and I love that.

All the boys are coming with their dates except for Harry of course.

I think Niall is bringing his sister-in-law which I think is nice.

"You need to start getting ready." Lou tells me.

She said and I quote, "You need my help. Trust me. You need me. Just let me help you."

I slip into the dress and stand up.

She zips up the back and the fabric flows down to my knees.

I'm going to be kneeling on the stage and I love the way the dress flows out when I sit.

The ceremony, show, and dinner are suit and tie which includes performers.

I vetoed ball gown shoes claiming that if try wanted me to perform then I got to choose the shoes.

My lucky black converse of course.

I didn't tell them that.

I just said I was choosing shoes.

They didn't realize who I was at the time, apparently.

I tie my shoes and take a deep breath while Lou fixes my hair.

I leave the dressing room and enter the tech studio where I can see all the screens that show the different angles of the stage from the cameras.

They mic me so I don't have to hold it and I get ready for my five minute mark.

"And you're on."

"Here's Blake Sheldon with her theatrical performance of I Dreamed A Dream from Les Miserables."

I step out onto the stage and nod to the audience who claps and cheers for me.

Though I haven't even sung yet.

-There was a time when men were kind

When their voices were soft

And their words inviting

There was a time when love was blind

And the world was a song

And the song was exciting

There was a time

Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high

And life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night