Hey Angel

Backstage Breakdown:

•~Third person perspective~•

        Chatter filled the enormous arena as many celebrities buzzed with excitement. Internationally famous Marilyn Meryl had turned fifteen a few weeks ago, and now that she was at the age of receiving a mate, everyone couldn't help but get pumped to see who she'd be matched with. Celebrities bopped their legs up and down anxiously, girls and boys alike pressed their noses against their television screens. The performances where never live, so people outside of the arena had to wait two whole hours before knowing who their idols mate is. For most people the wait was hellish but after the "concert," an exclusive interview is held on the red carpet.

       Back stage Marilyn practiced her choreography, which made several onlookers stare at the young perfection. She was a small framed girl, with defined curves- yet a slim body. Her hourglass figure was becoming rare among her peers. She was insanely beautiful as others would say, but never acted as if she were more important than them. And because of her physique and appearance, many grew fond of the little blonde bombshell. In five years of fame she had accomplished: three multi platinum albums, three sold out world tours, four nationally known charities for the impaired, and managed to capture the hearts of nations. Of course Marilyn had accomplished more but it was just a few of her many deeds. Her fame began as she participated in photo shoots and well known movies. She didn't like to boast, but would acknowledge her success humbly.

      However, at the moment none of those things where on her mind. As she rigorously rehearsed her moves, she couldn't help but revise her introduction speech. It was a nerve wracking evening for her and being the perfectionist she was, it all had to be just right. The girl adorned a two piece outfit that showed quite a bit of skin, although that was the purpose of these ceremonies was to attract the significant others mate. The skimpy outfit was pitch black: the cut out shirt resembled that of a bikini top. And the shorts stopped at the curve of her bum. Both articles of clothing looked like they were painted on her body. The outfit looked promising on sun kissed skin. It flaunted her fertile hips and presented a hard earned set of abs. It was apparent that Marilyn was an extremely attractive girl. Her pretty blonde hair was styled into soft curls that cascaded toward her lower back. And her face looked gorgeous with a complimenting sun kissed glow and bright eyes.

     Marilyn did not want to be overdone. So instead of racking up on lipstick and foundation. She selected a soft yet stunning look. Mostly natural except for a hint of bronzer and subtle smoky eyeliner. Unlike her fellow female friends, she thought less was more. With the exception of accenting a few features. Besides the obvious she looked amazing and fresh. As she finished her dance with a sassy pose, she turned and strutted towards the nearest restroom. Deciding that it was best to try to use the restroom now instead of having to excuse herself from the stage.

   
      She shivered as she remembered Cara Delevingne's performance that occurred two years ago. The poor thing has slipped on some access water, and well let's just say her bladder released...infront of everyone. Cara was an example of a performance that seemed to be going great, until she slipped. Of course everyone felt horrible for the poor girl. After all it wasn't her fault that the act included fountains. So in order to make up for the embarrassment, everyone pulled a few strings to keep Cara busy so she would put the accident behind her.  After the first few photo shoots, everything was back to normal.

   
   Though Cara was able to fully recover and forget, she had not found her mate that night because of it having to end early due to injuries. Needless to say Marilyn was slightly on edge. "C'mon Meryl, you got this," she chanted. A few minutes later she was calmer and less tense. Knowing if she panicked it would only get worse. Remembering why she stepped foot in the restroom, she quickly did her business and confidently walked out. There were ten minutes before she had to go onstage. "Hey baby girl, I'm so proud of you. Don't worry I'm sure you'll do great," one her closest friends Niall Horan said with a smile. The two had been friends since he signed up for the X-Factor. And at this moment he couldn't have been happier to see her find her mate. Marilyn smiled knowingly, "Thanks Nia, I'll make sure to see you before it's over." The blonde male swept his best friend off of her feet in a famous Horan hug. As the two shared a special moment, the backstage manager shouted, "FIVE MINUTES UNTIL SHOWTIME." The pair broke apart as she backed away with a smile. Niall smiled as mouthed an "I love you," as he tucked his hands into his back pockets. Marilyn returned the gesture with her hands forming a heart as she mouthed "I love you too."

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That was so shitty oh my God.
I'm sorry it was so bad, the second chapter will be better I promise!!!

Until then stay safe, and have a good day/night.