Torment (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Showtime! Part 2

The boys had just done a fun performance of Heart Attack. They were buzzing and hyped and the crowd was ready to dance. So was Joey.

 But the show was nearing the end. And Joey was ending it off. So the next song she was doing would be slower and more meaningful. Joey stared at herself in the full length mirror of the dressing room, listening as the boys ended their number. Somehow, they’d managed to get another person to play bass. Honestly it made Joey angry and happy at the same time. Wasn't she supposed to be the bass player?

Then again, it was difficult to believe she was the only one available at the time they needed her…and that’s probably why they asked her to perform. They being management. She pulled out her iPhone (Better than her shitty BlackBerry pearl, mind you) and updated her twitter feed

@Joey-Joe;

This. Is. So…Nerve wracking, ohmygod. Second last performance and I don’t know if I’m excited or scared anymore. D’:

She sent it and dumped her phone on the table. She breathed in deeply, rotating to get a better view of her dress. Floor length, blood red, slit up her left leg…it was perfect. Strapless as well. And Lauren knew all the tricks to make the gown look stunning. It accentuated her figure perfectly. And her makeup? Flawless. Up close it looked crazy and way over the top what with a double layer of false eyelashes…but Caroline had promised her it would make her look good on stage.

“Two minutes babe.” Caroline hissed.

Helene stumbled into the room. “Come come come! Up into the rafters!” Joey followed her up into the roof of the stage where two men in black t-shirts (again, in this weather?) indicated she was to get onto a swing. She’d rehearsed this, of course. But…that was yesterday. Her stomach somersaulted as she sat on the fluffy white swing. She looked glamorous as hell and the guy strapping her up winked at her before stepping back. She chuckled to herself as the other guy fixed up her micro-phone. When the swing jolted forward after the boys had filed off, Joey began to sing as the jazzy beginning filled the room.

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,”

She’d always loved Ella Fitzgerald, and her favourite of Ella’s Christmas songs had definitely been The Christmas Song.

 “Jack Frost nipping at your nose

Yuletide carols being sung by a choir

And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe

Help to make the season bright,”

Joey felt like she was in some old retro movie, the way she sat on the swing, one hand holding the bar too keep her steady, the other keeping the sequined red microphone at her face. She looked stunning and Zayn stared from backstage.

Her eyes glittered and sparkled and she looked like Jessica Rabbit sitting there, one milky white leg peeking from her long red gown. Niall whistled softly behind him, much like a whole lot of people in the audience did, whistling and jeering as she was slowly lowered to the stage from the ceiling.

The dress was backless! BACKLESS. Zayn was almost drooling.

Joey smiled confidently as she reached the ground.

“Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow

Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They all know that Santa’s on his way