Chocolate Boys

[11] Angel Wings

Hey guys, I don't think I was supposed to publish the last chapter, and I left it unfinished.

I think I will leave it for now, maybe when I have spare time I will properly finish it, which I will tell you about in the next update.

Sorry for not updating in ages, I had 2 maths exam then a theory exam then I had to do a gig with my band and then I had my dance show and then I had my clarinet exam and then I had to go to Liverpool for my cousins birthday and then I had a drama exam and it's also my birthday this week, which I have three things to do for it, and I also have three science exams I need to do, so apologies for not updating in like two months, but you can see why.

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Melanie's POV

I look at myself in the mirror, looking for imperfections in my makeup, and listening to the crowd outside. Some music plays while they wait, stuff I haven't heard before. We had thought about playing some of my music during this time, but I don't really think that would be such a good idea, if I am going to play those songs live why start playing them before-hand? It could also make people lose interest I guess.

I've already met the meet and greets, all of them lovely and kind. An especially memorable girl came, with black eyeliner on her face like she was crying it.

Tonight's set-list doesn't have anything abnormal, unlike France's which we planned weeks in advance. The first appearance of Gingerbread Man played live will happen there, a song I released a few days before Christmas. 

"Melanie, you're on in a few minutes!" my manages shouts from the corridor. I brush a final bit of powder on my cheeks and look into the mirror again, staring into my eyes. 

"You can do this Melanie. It's okay, they know you, they all know you, they all know you so well it's scary and there's nothing to hide and you can never escape and - "

"Melanie!" a voice interrupts me, my eyes instantly tearing up by almost being caught doing, whatever that was. I turn around, and there's Dan standing in the doorway, a smile on a face that I so loved to see. 

My chest instantly relaxes, and a smile forms on my face too.

"Hey!" I say, laughing as a push him out the door, closing it behind me, "I could of been doing anything in there, what if I was changing?" I say as he leans against the wall.

"That's a risk I was willing to take," he says laughing with me, my face burning slightly at the comment. I look at the ground shyly, and he suddenly takes my hand in his, lifting my chin with his finger.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he says probably for the millionth time today, after harassing me on texts and in person for a few days. He must know something is wrong, something I'm not willing to share. I've let him get to know me so well that of course he'll have noticed. But that's okay. I made a mistake with the first person I ever fell in love with. I hid everything, I pretended I was someone who I wasn't. They were in love with somebody else, and when they found out I really wasn't that person, things didn't go too well. 

Ever since I've told everyone anything and everything, things have worked better. Sure, we've still had fights, broken up, arguments and more. But it has never been as bad as it had been that first time. 

No lies this time, just the truth. I'll tell him soon, but now is really not the right time to do that. 

I smile up at him, I can feel the blush burning in my cheeks very prominently now. 

"I'm great. Of course I'm great, I'm about to perform to the UK for the first time!" and the excitement is genuine. But so is the worry as well. I worry before every show, my heart always hurts as I'm about to see the crowd for the first time. I've got over it now. I remember before I had, when I begged myself to leave every show, but I always stayed. I'm so glad I did.

"Okay then," he says, letting go of my hand and face, uncertainty in his eyes, "Anyway, I have to go, I only managed to slip backstage on the pretense that I'll be back there in a few minutes. I'll see you there!"

He goes, and I am left alone again. The anxiety has gone though, and now all I can feel is excitement for what's about to happen. I get called onstage, and climb into my crib. Everyone is chanting my name, and I grin like a little child. It suddenly all goes dark, and the projector screen lights up behind me, and the music turns on. I kick the wall and come out of my crib, the cheers deafening in this small venue. I begin to sing and everyone is singing with me.

Soon Crybaby is done, and I notice the large teddy bear toy that someone is holding up in the audience. I wave to them, and the cheer back. I laugh, and start talking to the microphone.

"Seeing as this is Heaven, I have to wear my Angel Wings don't I?" I say, the crowd screaming and cheering in unison. I put them on and start singing Dollhouse, my first ever single, echoing throughout them all. This experience is truly magical.