“And we’re live outside of London City Hall where One Direction and side act Joey Thomas are going to perform this Christmas Eve. London’s Prime Minister along with Cheryl Cole, Labyrinth amongst others is in attendance. The whole of Hartley Orphanage, the largest in London, was invited to attend as well. Every cent is going straight towards the Somalia Children program launched by the EU to fund and help sustain the struggling African country.” The blonde bimbo kept yakking on into the camera, and the focus was shifted to another camera on the ‘black’ carpet.
One Direction hadn’t arrived yet, but a few other prominent figures were walking into the noisy Concert Hall. The fan entrance was far away from the cameras, but you could hear the screams. Joey sat in the black SUV, fiddling nervously. She was alone in the car. The boys and Joey had gotten ready separately. Caroline and Lauren had out-done themselves. Joey looked amazing and she knew it. As well as looking beautiful, her make-up served the purpose of being a basis for the extravagant stage makeup she was getting. She’d never looked flawless before, but she looked flawless tonight. Now she knew how all those girls on the red carpet achieved what they had. Soon it would be her turn on the carpet and her fingers were red from all the twisting she’d done to them.
“You ready ma’am?” The driver looked at her in the rear-view mirror. She jumped, forgetting he was there. She laughed nervously. “Of course not, but I don’t have a choice.” She sighed. No one told her how scary this was. “Just don’t look into the camera lights-”
Just like that, her door was open. She didn’t even have time to react; she was grinning wildly immediately, butterflies crawling up her throat. The man who had opened her door ushered her out.
“JOEY, JOEY, LOOK HERE! JOEY! JOEY!”
“IS IT TRUE LOUIS IS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH YOU? JOEY! ANSWER ME!”
The flashes were blinding. Yet she was still smiling, knowing what she had to do. She had been told earlier by Mrs Williamson, the boys formidable manager and temporarily…her manager as well. “Hello.” She waved at the official cameras, which she knew by their size.
1. Only pay attention to the big expensive cameras, ignore the smaller ones.
People jeered at her, calling and yelling and shouting and flashing pictures and pieces of paper. She scowled at a man who had called her something particularly insulting.
2. Doesn’t matter how rude someone was, don’t acknowledge them.
She ignored the guy and grabbed a corner of her expensive dress.
“And here she is now, Joey Thomas. Joey, coo-wee!” A blonde woman who looked far too perky to be normal waved at her enthusiastically, trying her best to run in her sky high heels.
“Hiya Joey, how are you feeling?” The woman was definitely American. Joey smiled at her brilliantly. “Excited, thanks and yourself?”
The woman laughed. “So, Joey,” She ignored Joeys question completely. “, who are you wearing tonight?”
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit, I don’t know! Uhm…
“Versace, I think?” Joey laughed nervously. The woman raised an eyebrow but continued. “And, what do you think the boys will be like tonight?”
“Brilliant, obviously! They normally are. And it’s Christmas, they’re bound to be happy!”
“Do you have any family over here for Christmas? Is any of your relatives in the audience?”
3. Do not choke up, whatever you do. Look into the camera
“Urm…I-I…Well, my brother’s actually in hospital, so no.” She looked away from the camera.
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Torment (One Direction Fan Fiction)
FanfictionJoey and her brother were doing okay. And then suddenly some goon named Hemp got involved and Joey's life was thrown out of balance. She had a modest life. Worked at a cute cafe, played the piano and sung in a small band. She even had relationships...
