Opposites

s i x t y - s e v e n

[it'll make the reading more interesting if you play 'Gravity' by Sara Bareilles while Melody dances ;) ]

Melody

With a heart racing, hands trembling, knees shaking, and a messy mind, I inhale a deep breath.

My hair is curled and left past my shoulders, not wanting to put it in a bun before the show as I'm about to have my pre-show interview.

It has been awkwardly silent between Harry and I ever since yesterday, still not comprehending over the fact that I actually told him about losing my virginity. I know he's most definitely angry at me for actually having sex with Zayn—having sex in general. But, what's wrong about that? I'm twenty—an adult. I don't get why Harry needs to stick his nose up in everything I do. I understand that I'm his younger sister, and he needs to look out for me, but it's getting way out of hand. Plus, I'm supposed to let him take care of me, but how can I let him do that when he has something hidden? How can I trust him when this hidden secret is driving us apart?

Shaking the thoughts away, I sigh and glue my stare on the brunette interviewer. Watching him approaching me, I fix my posture. We've decided to do the interview in a more quiet place, which is another dressing room. This one's empty though, just me, the interviewer and the camera man.

While the camera man fixes his camera and all, I stand up to greet the interviewer.

"Hello! S'such a pleasure to meet you Miss Styles. I'm Joe."

I wrap my hand around his, shaking it. "Please, it's Melody." I flash him a smile. "The pleasure's all mine."

Joe smiles, and we take our seats on the chairs. The camera man gives us a sign, immediately beginning to record the interview.

Joe crosses his legs over each other, fixing the papers he's holding, and I can notice he has a magazine. "I hope you're doing well! How's everything? Are you loving New York?"

"Oh, thank you, I'm doing fantastic! New York has been just beautiful and good to me. Basically a dream." I gush, a smile adorning my features.

"It's a magnificent city, isn't it?" I nod vigorously at that.

Joe leans backwards, looking down at his papers briefly, which probably hold his questions. "And how are your preparations for the show? Are you excited, nervous, scared? To be performing in the most famous arena?"

Flicking my hair over my shoulder, I clear my throat. "You see, I never imagined to be performing here. It's even surreal to be just sitting here, talking to you about it. I mean, yesterday I was just slouching on my couch, eating a bag of dorritos. And—boom, now I'm here. Crazy." I shake my head, adding quickly. "And yes, in all honesty I am a bit nervous. I'll be trying my very best."

Smiling, Joe says, "Dreams do come true."

I nod. "Of course, they do." I turn to the camera slightly. "If you have a passion, a dream, a goal, whatever it is—go for it. You're surely gonna make it. Most importantly is to believe in yourself, because if you don't, then you'll never get there."

Joe shakes his head. "You always shock us with how inspiring you are."

I laugh genuinely, brushing him off.

He then questions, "We see you performing in masks. What's that all about?"

I smile softly. "I wear my masks for a reason. I don't quite like to give out my full identity when I'm on stage, and that makes people wonder about who I am. They keep stating things about me because of the masks, and I like that. No one really knows me except my brother, and I enjoy how people like to make up their own theories about me."