Sitting in the dressing room, I feel myself sweating. I'm so nervous about what's coming. A live, televised interview in front of not only a studio audience, but the entire nation. I haven't done one of these for such a long time. My argument with Glen has just heightened my emotions even more. I don't know what's going to happen.
I need to stay calm.
“Alright, Mr O'Donoghue, we're ready for you.”
I follow the anonymous woman up onto the stage where a man is sat on a chair waiting for me. I hear the roar of the audience as I walk up on stage, but I try and push it away. If I let them in, I could lose it completely.
I need to calm down.
I see the host smile at me, feel him shake my hand, hear his happy greeting. But it all feels so distant. I look about the studio, at the crew, the audience. But it doesn't feel right. Something just feels wrong. My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't stop it.
I need to calm down.
Suddenly, the camera's are on. The audience roar and the lights are bright in my eyes, blinding me. This does nothing to ease my nerves. In fact, just makes it ten times worse. No going back now.
“Welcome back everyone! Now, just as I promised, I bring you a treat. One that you will be talking about for months. Away from the industry for over two years for reasons unknown. Formally known as one of the hottest Irish men, lead singer of The Script and former couch of The Voice, I give to you, Danny O'Donoghue.”
As the audience cheers, I force a weak smile onto my face. But inside, I'm ripping to shreds. Oh God, what have I done?
“So, Danny, how are you feeling now?”
“Scared,” I admit, and the audience laugh. My stomach twists at that, making me feel nauseous. Are they laughing with me, or at me?
“Oh Danny, you've still got it,” the host half-heartedly comments. Such a fake response just to amuse the audience and keep me talking. “So what have you been doing for the past few years?”
I didn't expect the question to be asked so quickly. I thought they would at least ease me in, make me feel comfortable, not throw me in the deep end straight away. I guess this is what the real world does to you...
“I...It's complicated,” I eventually muster the nerve to answer.
“We do love a bit of complication! Come on, spill the beans. What has kept you away from us for so long?”
“I've...not quite been myself.” Oh god, the anxiety is so tight in my chest. I can feel the sweat dripping down my neck...
“Is that some kind of code for something?” He leans towards me with a knowing grin. I don't like it. I lean away from him, wanting to get away from his questions. “Is there romance in the air?”
“I...” I'm losing it. I'm losing this battle to stay calm. My foot is bouncing up and down and I rub my sweaty palms against my leg. But this only encourages more questions.
“So there is! A beautiful woman has stolen the heart of our beloved Irish man, and kept him busy for the past two years!”
“I...” Oh God, my tongue is thick. I can't think straight. I can't talk. What the fuck do I do?
“Don't you want to hear who it is, everyone?” The roar of the audience is overbearing, taunting. “You have no choice. You have to tell us now.”
I look out of the sea of faces swimming in front of me, jeering and shouting. I can't breathe...I clutch at my throat, feeling myself rocking. The sounds just get louder and louder, more and more threatening...
“I can't...” I wheeze out.
“Come on! You can tell us!”
I hold my head in my hands, pulling at my hair. I'm going to explode...
“I need...”
“What was that?”
“I need to go.”
I get up and everyone quietens down. This was a mistake. This was a big mistake.
“What's the matter? Are you okay?” the host asks, confusion thick in his voice.
“I can't do this. I need to go. I just...I need to go.”
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A/N - Hey guys. Thought I would update this morning as well as this afternoon. And so the interview didn't go well. Is that a shock to you all? What d'you think is going to happen next? I'll give you a hint: Danny will call someone for help. Who and what that help is, I'll let you guess in the comments below. Over 5000 reads now. I just...I can't get over it. Thank you each and every one of you that read and comment and vote for my story. I never knew something I wrote would ever get this much love and everything. So thank you all so much. Vote, comment, do your thing guys. Much love x
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Dead Man Walking (Glanny Fic)
FanfictionHe's lost his way. He can't find his way back. Violence and cruelty rule his life, and Danny O'Donoghue doesn't know whether he can ever go back to the way he used to be. Half of the time, he loves this new person that he's become. But the part of h...
