Breaking UR Life (Harlena Fanfiction)

Missy

~Diyah's pov~

Today is the ultimate day. In short, it's now. I've been practising some vocal notes since yesterday. This was no big deal, since all i want to become in life is a singer.

I am now in the back of the stage where hundreds of girls are present, 150 to be exact. Within us, 5 will be chosen for the semi finale and then 2 for the finale.

I just hope i can trust Zayn on this one. He is being too far since yesterday. I assume he is busy but part of me have a bad feeling about trusting him. Well, if i lose... He will bear the whole consequences because i am not someone to accept defeat.

"Yeah I'll help you... Trust me on that!"

Right now i have a small bottler n my hand which contains a light green solution. Ginger shot. I love ginger shots. They are just perfect. I gulp all of the contents in one shot.

I let out an appreciated sigh and through the corner of my eyes i see girls making weird faces to me. Well, they simply don't know the effectiveness of ginger shots.

"Please welcome...." names are being called one by one on stage and after the performances i try to ignore the applause they are receiving.

"Diyah Jane? Missy Diyah Jane?" a french accent spoke in the room. Trust me, he made my name sound like 'Diyi Jeane'!

I look towards him and wave a hand.

A fair man with a triangular beard on his chin simply to show 'i can grow a beard here if i want'. His hair is curly and he is wearing a red sunglasses and black jeans and jacket and shoes.

Let me clarify, the room i was in was quite dark, sunglasses is not the best option. But since the man is already weird, that doesn't seem a problem to him.

He walks towards me in a french style and grin.

"Missy Diyi Jeane?" Miss Diyah Jane?

"Uhm... Diyah! Diyah Jane!"

"Diyi Jeane?"

"Diyah Jane!"

"Okie calmez vous!"

"I cannot calm down if you speak my name wrong."

"Missy Jeane! I am Frank. Monsieur Frank. I am here to tell you que it is your time to go perform." french accent.

"Thank you Mr. Frank"

"Wait!" his eyebrows furrow. "vere is ton partnère?"

"Excuse me?"

"Vere... Uhm.. Where is your partnère... Partner? Singing partner?"
I was no longer annoyed with his accent. Instead, i was nervous.

"A partner?"

"Yeah. To introduire-toi in college!"

"I don't have?"

"Olala Missy zis is a problème."

I looked down the floor. Why the hell did nobody told me about the partner stuff?

That's not the right time to speak on this. Zayn. He has to help me.

I remove my phone from the jean pocket. But just in time i stopped.

"Such a pity Jane!" Taylor approaches me, her blond hair moving along with her. "No partner? Beh you lose!"

"Tayl-"

"Wanna know mine?" she interrupts me.

I looked at her.