Heart Trouble (EDITING)

Just Joanne

“And of course we wouldn't be able to stand on this without the help and support from our fans. You guys are gifts from heaven.” Harry said into the microphone.

At this, the crowds cheered hysterically. It wasn't before a couple minutes did they settle down. My heart warmed at the scene. The fans were so devoted. At the same time, my eyes were filled with awe because One Direction could make such a reaction.

“But let's not forget our MC who helped make this concert a success! Let's call her out. Lay-la. Lay-la. Lay-la!” 

W-w-what? I stumbled back. My heart dropped and the sinking feeling someone got when they feel guilty. I backed into one of the stage crew who grasped my arm to keep me steady. By then, all members of One Direction looked toward me. My eyes bulged out of my sockets and I shook my head furiously. 

'No way gonna happen mister.' I told them through my pleading eyes.

But then the person who steadied me pushed me out from behind the curtains and onto the stage. I almost tripped on my way out. I gave a mean, hard glare once I regained balance at the man who showed off his pearly whites.

Almost like a predatory cat jumping at its prey, it shook me to the core once I realized where I stood. In the glare of the bright lights. In front of a sea of fan girls who roared at my presence. I waved my hand meekly before I backtracked into the curtains. There was no way I was going to relive that experience. Again. My heart which pounded against its cage yearned for me to flee back into the safety of the hanging thick  cloth.

Before I could resist, I was pushed back out onto the stage. Not by one person anymore, but the four others who decided to join in the fun of torturing a lost girl with stage fright. I wanted to storm back in there and teach them the consequences of messing with me. But again, the band members looked to me with such happiness and pride that I had to succumb into. 

I dragged my feet across the stage. Each foot felt like ten tons were strapped around it. The heat of the stage lights increased the rate of my production of sweat. When I finally reached them, they handed me a microphone, hinting to say something. A couple murmurs occupied the room.

“Um. Ha. Probably none of you each know me and are like who are you again? But I just want to say that I-”, I paused to find the words,“I love chicken and have a nice day. Thank you.” 

I handed, even though it could have passed as a shove, the mic back into the hands of one of the members and dashed off the stage, caring not of the disrespect I was displaying. To the the curtains I escaped to. Terry-terrific. My mind didn't hold the capacity to form words without it coming out as something Yoda would say. I blocked any sounds or noises of the outside world and swallowed deep breaths. 

“In. Out. One. In. Out. Two. In. Out. Three. Four. Five.” I led myself.

Once I found myself breathing close enough to someone who did not just mentally fried his or her own brain, I pried open my eyes. 

The members of One Direction filed in after their personal farewells. The crew congratulated them on their success and patted their backs. I only stood up and smiled at them. The phone at my side buzzed, shaking me from the daze around my head. I pulled it out and frowned.

Where r u?

Seriously? Now he was asking after... I checked the time. Holy! Moly! It was already five! Time does go by quickly when you listen to the harmonic voices of the band. I narrowed my eyes at the phone and decided to text back. The conscious at the back of my head urged me not to do it. But when have I ever listened to the voice in the back of my head? The day that happened would be the day I was not the free-spirited Layla Aaron.