(BOOK 6) Spellbound - A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter Ten - "Be Careful."

The sound of the crowd just beyond the wall was too familiar for you and the boys.  Unfortunately, this time they won't be screaming for them.  Even more unfortunately, the fans don't know.  

The boys' lifetime-long, dedicated fans who have sold out their whole tour are soon to be mortified; but even that is an understatement.  After Niall decided to leave the band to spend more time with Marcy, management quickly and far too easily replaced the boys' show with one of a whole new kind.  A show that Marcy runs.  

"We don't even know if she can sing," Liam mentions. 

Everyone is seated backstage in a room secured by Paul and a few other loyal bodyguards.  As promised, they were able to get into the venue to listen to Marcy's concert.

"Evidently she can," Zayn says.  "Or else she wouldn't have been able to take our spot."

Everyone is quiet again.  

"But she can't sing..." Harry murmurs. "...can she?"

The television screen in the corner of the room shows a live feed from a view of inside the arena.   You watch the lights slowly fade and hear the crowd begin to squeal.

"We're about to find out," Liam says.

Everyone holds their breath.  With the lights completely dark on-stage, a woman's figure is seen walking.  Her silhouette is not easily missed.  The fans cheer but they quickly die down when they don't see five boys' figures.

The lights go on all at once.  Marcy is standing there, very beautiful to someone who doesn't know her story.  The crowd is obviously confused.  Everyone is absolutely silent, probably the most silent a stadium has ever been.  Marcy is totally unphased.  When she smiles her usual smile, you know this is exactly what she expected.  Suddenly, without help from any music, she lets out a long, perfect, and powerful note.  The crowd's jaws drop, though still very confused.  Marcy hits two more notes just as perfect, and before anyone can react, an enormous bass drop fills the entire stadium.  An up-beat, edgy song commences, and Marcy begins singing away. 

"What the fuck," Liam says.

"She's...amazing..." Harry whispers.

"Shut up, Harry," Zayn snaps.

"Ya Haz," Louis mumbles.  "Shut your mouth, pal."

"Shh," Liam scolds, trying to listen.

"Did you...just shush me?" Louis asks.

Harry sighs.  "Lou, please..."

The fantastic song seems to be going on forever. The fans are still highly confused.

Zayn suddenly shrieks.

"What is it, Zayn?" Liam asks.

"Look!" he replies, pointing to the corner of the large screen.

"What's there?  I...I don't see anything."

"No..." Louis says.

"What?" Liam asks for a third time.

"The fans are starting to enjoy it," Louis says in an unusually calm tone.

The panic is clear on Liam's face now.  "That doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah," Harry says, "They probably think it's just the opening."

"You're probably right, Harry," Zayn admits.

"I think we are over-reacting, boys," Liam says.

Everyone else nods in agreement.

The song finally ends with a bang.  Nearly everyone in the arena suddenly jumps up and gives her the applause that her performance deserves.