Being Miss Anderson

Chapter 22 - London, Family, Singing and Pranks

“Come on boys! This concert is special to you guys; this one is where everyone is coming too.” Paul yelled out to the boys that were messing up on stage.

I was sitting in the seats on the floor with Scott, Dale, Swan and Beams while all the girls went shopping but I couldn’t because my tattoo was hurting my ribs too much to walk.

“Moo, don’t you sing?” Beams leaned forward and asked me while watching the boys.

“I do and I have the perfect song to sing because it’s perfect for a tour, so it’s up to you four if you want to hear me sing” I said to them while eying the piano that was up there.

“So yes! We want a break” Harry called out to them

“You heard him, get your ass up there” Scott said to me.

I just shook my head while standing up and walking over to the stage where Zayn lifted me up. He made sure of to not get my tattoo because he knows that it is hurting. I give him a peck on the lips but it turned into a passionate kiss which the boys weren’t too keen on.

“Zayn! You were meant to get her up her on stage and not kiss her” Harry called out to him while the other boys laughed. I pulled away and just laughed at them while walking over to Harry and hitting his back of the head.

“OWW!” He said

“Shut up or I won’t sing” I said to him

“Alright, alright! I’ll shut up now” He said while sitting down on stage and laughing with all the other boys.

“Hehe!” I turned around and made a whip motion to the boys in the seats and they all laughed at me. I walked up the stage and to the piano that was up the top. I sat down and tested it out and started to play the first cords of The Load Out/Stay by Jackson Browne (video on the side). Scott looked up at me and smiled with the rest of them while the lads looked at me weirdly and confused as if they didn’t know what I was about to play. But they probably haven’t heard this song before so they would have no clue what so ever. I sat down in the seat behind me and started to play the full song but before I started to sing, I spoke into the microphone “You five down there listen to the lyrics more than the song alright?” They all looked at each other confused and nodded their heads at me. I went back to the piano and started to sing the song in the perfect singing voice that I have.

Now the seats are all empty

Let the roadies take the stage

Pack it up and tear it down

They're the first to come and the last to leave

Working for that minimum wage

They'll set it up in another town

Tonight the people were so fine

They waited there in line

And when they got up on their feet they made the show

And that was sweet -

But I can hear the sound

Of slamming doors and folding chairs

And that's a sound they'll never know

Now roll them cases out and lift them amps

Haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps

'Cause when it comes to moving me

You know you guys are the champs

But when that last guitar's been packed away