/red's pov/
"Mom? Oh, uh.. Heyyy..?"
"C'mon.. We gotta get to the studio." she said.
Studio? Nope. Nonononono.
"Mom, you don't understand. I can't go to the studio today because, uhm.. I'm sick?"
She froze. "Sick? You're sick all the time, Austin."
I couldn't be Austin. It just didn't feel right.
"Uh.."
"Austin, c'mon!" She got more aggressive. I walked out.
"Smile. You look depressed." she said.
I tried really hard to smile, but it never happened.
I got into the car. She sure did like to talk. She turned on the radio.
"I love this song. You sound so amazing in it." she yelled over the tunes.
I stared out the window. I was scared to go to the studio. What if they hear how horrible I am? This isn't acceptable. When we got to the studio, thousands of girls were standing outside. As soon as I walked out the door, they screamed. The security guards surrounded me and guided me to the door. One girl ripped my hat off.
"You bitch!" I almost yelled, but caught myself.
When I walked in, the secratary smiled wide. She welcomed me to a bottle of water, and then opened the doors for me when I walked into the recording booth. By the time I got into the recording booth, I was shaking. I turned the microphone on and put my head phones on. They had me sing What About Love. I had no idea what the lyrics were.
My mom looked so pissed.
"Stop messin' around Austin!"
My vocalists helped me. They made me do vocal excersises to warm me up.
"What happened to your voice?" one of them asked.
I began to look around nervously.
They gave me so many things to make my voice better. They gave me tea, they gave me cough drops, they made me practice for hours.
"There. That's it. Right there." one of them said.
"What?" I asked.
"It's getting better. Here... Sing this part right here: 'You're moving on you say, here I stay, watching every night get colder..."
I sang that part. They all began clapping.
"You're perfect. Now get into that booth and sing your heart out."
I was kinda happy, but I would never admit it.
I sang that song over and over again. But they began packing up.
"Good job, bud. Let's all go home now. It's getting late." 'MY' mother said.
We drove home. She began making dinner. I walked into my room to see Austin.
"Have fun at the studio?" he asked.
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Red. (Austin Mahone Fan-Fiction)
FanfictionRed is up to no good. He has no future, no hopes and dreams. He uses girls. A new girl name Jaida comes and changes his mind. There is also another strange thing though. A boy, who looks similar to Red, named Austin Mahone wants Jaida too. See what...
