Anna’s Point of View
It was the first day of the tour. 3 more hours ‘til show time. I sat alone in my own dressing room, just looking at myself in the mirror. It’s gonna be my first time performing in front of a gigantic audience. I’ve always been that girl who just sits backstage or sits with the directioners. Yeah. I like to do that. I talk to them most of the times. I like interacting with them. I even pick out a certain group of girls and take them backstage after the concert to meet the boys. It’s the least I can do. But today, it’s going to be different. I’m going to open the concert for them. I have to be honest that I never planned for this to happen. I never even hoped or wished for it.
“Anna, you got 15 minutes.” Paul’s head popped up from the door.
“Okay, Paul.” I said standing up and straightening myself.
Tonight I wore black skinny jeans, a loose white tank top that has a big ‘1D’ printed on it with red ink, and red sneaker wedges. I left my hair down and in to loose curls. The only makeup I got on was a little bit of lip gloss and some mascara on.
“Please don’t make a fool of yourself when you go out there.” I said to myself.
“You won’t.” Harry then appeared behind me.
“Holy mother of fudge balls!” I shrieked. “Ever heard of knocking?”
“I thought you saw me come in?” Harry wrapped his arms around my waist as he laid his head on my shoulder.
“I guess I was too nervous to notice.” I sighed.
“You’re gonna be great, love.” His grip around me tightened.
“I think there’s still time to back out. I can’t do this.” I looked down to my shoes, swinging myself from heel to toe.
“Anna…” He unwrapped his arms from me and made me face him. He took off his cross necklace and suddenly puts it on me.
“Take this. This can help with the nerves. Trust me. It works.” I took a look at it. It’s silvery color was already fading being replaced with a pinkish orange color. The cross still has its bronze color.
I looked up from it to Harry, “Harry, I just can’t ta-“
“Anna. You’re needed by the stage right now.” Paul was back to get me.
I grip on Harry’s shirt suddenly tightened. I felt Harry’s lips touch my forehead, staying there for about 12 seconds.
“You’ll be great.” He whispered.
“Anna… they need you right now.” Paul suddenly started pulling me out of the room to the bottom of the stage. They told me my entrance would be rising up from under the stage.
I can hear the screams of their directioners. They were cheering for my name.
“You can do this, Anna. I know you can. Oh my golly. Please don’t throw up on stage.” I was really starting to feel sick.
“IS EVERYONE READY?!” Jon, the one who plays the keyboard, was always the one to introduce the opening acts.
“WHEN I SAY ANNA, YOU SAY STYLES! ANNA!”
“STYLES!!!” the crowd shouted back.
“ANNA!!!”
“STYLES!!!”
“ANNA!!!”
“STYLES!!!”
And to explain why they’re calling me Anna Styles is that people chose to believe that I’m already using the name of my mom’s husband, Steve, which is Harry’s uncle.
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