Maybe Dreams Aren't Meant To Come True

Chapter 7

The boys run off the stage from soundcheck, and a young women holds a platter of ice cold water bottles for the boys.

The boys take one and thank the lady very politely and head to the couch to sit.

I sit at the edge of one couch, hands trembling.

I'm nervous for my first performance this big, and for the boys to see me like this.

The fanciest I dressed in front of them was when I wore a skirt, but the skirt is nothing compared to this marvelous dress.

I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as the boys lazily walk over to the couches.

"We need our rest. This shows going to be big. Bigger than anyone of our shows." Harry announces to the boys while he takes a seat at the couch across from me, gulping his water bottle,scrunching it in his hand.

I stay silent but nod my head as if I have been on tour with them all the other times.

"So, Jessica you ready?" Niall questions me as he makes his way to sit next to me and place his hand on my thigh, shaking it when he says ready.

Tingles jump up my spine and chills flood my body.

I'm pretty sure I have goosebumps everywhere.

"Yeah, I'm just really nervous." My voice cracks, betraying me.

"Well, you look absolutely amazing and I'm sure you'll do the same." Liam kindly complements me.

This may sound conceded, but I was so happy when he commented on my look. I was waiting for someone to say something, hoping they liked it.

"Thank you, Liam." I reply, unable to see the red in my cheeks because of how much makeup I have on.

"Yeah you look great." Zayn compliments while he shuffles in his seat trying to get comfortable and smiles at me when he finally gets placed in his seat.

"Thank you." I giggle, loving this new attention I'm getting.

"Beautiful." Niall practically whispers and places his hand on my thigh again.

I look down and feel tears rising in my eyes.

He called me beautiful and I'm about to cry?

He has such a big effect on me, sometimes it scares me, knowing one little word from him can either make or break my day.

This word definitely made it.

I quickly sink my tears back in my eyes,

not wanting him to see me so emotional.

"Jessica, almost showtime!" The same rude women shouts at me.

"Alright!" I respond hoping she can hear me, wherever she went.

I stand up from my seat and instantly pace back and forth while shaking my hands, taking heavy breaths.

This is it.

This is finally it.

You can't blow it.

You can't.

You won't.

"Take a breath Jess. Relax." Liam tries to persuade me but I'm not having it.

This is my first ever concert and you're trying to tell me to relax?

No.

"This is my first concert, and you're telling me to relax?" I say repeating my thoughts and continuing to pace back and forth. The words coming out harsher than I intended.

"Sorry." Liam pouts and looks the other way, locking his eyes on the wall.

"No, I'm sorry. Thank you, it's just I have so much nerves, and what if I screw up?" I start to blabber, finally sitting down from pacing to take a breather.

"You can't think about that Jess. You can't over think it...it just happens." Louis inputs while gesturing the word happens.

"What do you mean?" I ask unsure of what he means by "happens".

"When you're out there and you see the crowd and the music starts playing...you know what to do. You feel the beat come alive inside you. It's such a sick feeling, and you just know what to do. It just happens." Louis explains more, his eyes shine while he speaks.

I can tell he loves what he does just by how he talks about it.

Somehow his words gave me motivation, somehow he gave me security.

Security that'll I'll be okay.

"You're really good with words." The phrase sounding weirder out loud.

"I know." He winks then laughs at himself.

"Lets go Jessica! You're on in five!" The women again yells at me while holding up one of her hands, emphasizing five.

I nod and jump back up from my seat.

Men come and double check my wires and microphone.

They nod as they check everything and give me a thumbs up,

"Good to go." An older man says.

I nervously bite my lip and nod.

He points to the stage,

"Go, go, go." He hurries.

I quickly walk over to the stage, not looking back.

It's now or never.

I look at the women to my right and she gives me a nod and smile, that I politely return.

She holds up her fingers for countdown,

three...

two...

one...

She points to the stage for "Go"

I walk out on stage and smile and wave at the crowd.

I look up and down, and see only black figures.

I can see the floor quite clearly but the rest is a blur.

"You ready?" I yell at the crowd through my microphone.

Whistles and screams are heard all over the crowd.

"I can't hear you!" I yell, encouraging their rage to grow.

Louder whistles and high-pitched screams are heard all around the stadium.

"That's what I'm talking about! I was worried there for a sec." I laugh, causing thousands of people to laugh, too.

It's such a beautiful noise to make all these people smile because they could've been crying the day before or month.

This is living.

This is everything.

This is perfect.

"Well, lets not waste any time! Hit it!" I smile at the crowd. I feel tears rise in my eyes as for the first moment in my life, I can finally believe that I'm actually

living my dream.

The music starts playing and I feel my body indorse the beat and sway.

This is exactly what Louis was talking about.

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