((Hey Backstagers!! Long time no see. Well... I'm back with many surprises today. I feel like Santa Claus. HA!! okey let's begin.
How's the new book cover? Do you like it?
First... A warm hug to all the readers who took part in the competition. It was a tough one for me to choose only one winner. She answered all the questions correctly. So..... (Drum roll please!!!)
Our winner is
Congratulations sugar!!!!
So this story is all about you. Finally, you got your VIP Backstage access. And you will receive a personalized VIP pass as a second prize. I'm not gonna jinx this to you.Check out the story.
But hey, it's not only about her ;)
I have few more gifts to distribute. I chose two more contestants to give away a personalized **BackStage** gift for each.
Now you are again curious, right? Congratulations goes to
Ashwinirameshkc and eternal_princess
So... the prize distribution has come to an end. But the most exciting part comes after my boring speech. That's your loving story.
All the prize winners please contact me through G+ ("Sandaru Sawyer" in case you forgot) to collect your personalized gifts.
Happy reading guys.))
(Rachel's POV)
'So...' scratching my head, I tried to concentrate.
'To add the whole pattern... I have to use...?'
'Ahrrr...' the thick bundle of scrambled papers flew in the air, subsequent my annoyance.
This was so hard. Why do I have to study math when my major is fashion? I thought this was all about colors and crazy outfits.
I screamed leaning on to the chair.
'Hey! Bad timing?' Jazz came in with a doughnut in her mouth.
'Oh... it's the perfect time.' I got up from the chair with a pain in my bum. How long have I been sitting here?
'Rachel, Aliya and I thought we might go out tonight. Coming?'
'I'd love to, but...' Jazz was all over the bed rolling, and I crouched down to collect all the papers I just shoved away.
'Enter!!' Jazz called over to whoever standing on the other side of the door, knocking.
'Where's Butterfly?' It was Paul.
'Down here, Uncle Paul.' I emerged from under the bed with a few notes on my hand.
'Wait! Wait! Wait!' Jazz jumped off from the bed, pushing Paul back.
'Jasmine!' With a straight face I approached to her.
'Paul said he needs you in his office.' She said in one breath and was blank. 'Okay, message delivered.' That instance she was back lying on the bed like nothing happened.
'I gave you the message half an hour ago, miss.' Paul's hands were on his hips and that stern look could scare me off easily, but not Jazz. Well... she's not that close to him, anyway.
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BackStage (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)
FanfictionRachel Knights, for the sake of an ordinary life, covered herself with a heavy enigma. But she was able to find her dream job at the backstage of the world's biggest boy band. There she became the main part of a mischievous gang which is made of fou...
