Tears at a funeral,
Tears at a funeral,
I might break.
Angry at all the things,
Angry at all the things,
I can't change
>> Hands of God
>>>Jon Bellion.
"Are the light effects in order? Sound man are ya set? Y'all should be roundin' up by now, we go on stage in fifteen minutes!" Marion questioned, barking orders as he moved around the backstage. The crew hurried and hastily completed their jobs as none of them wanted to face his wrath. The live stage performance of Blaise McKinley's new single "Falling", was tonight and everyone was in a frenzy, working to perfection.
"Choreographers, are y'all set? And where the fuck is Blaise?! He's s'pposed ta rehearse with y'all one last time fore' we go on stage!" Marion, Blaise's manager yelled exasperatedly in his thick Texan accent, causing a few of the new members of the crew to jump. The others just carried on with their various jobs as they were used to his abrasiveness already.
"Sir? Mr Weather, we have a problem sir." A lady rushed into the room. She was one of the new make-up artists and didn't know when Mr Weather's weather was not so sunny.
"What now?!" Marion barked, causing the lady to flinch and wish she had never entered the room.
"Er--em, we...Er--" She stuttered and wrung her hands together, still feeling unnerved from Marion's bark.
"Well, get on with it and stop wastin' my time!" Marion shouted again, eyeing the lady with contempt. This caused her to get slightly angry and she spoke up, a frown on her face.
"Mr McKinley is nowhere to be found and we have to retouch his make up before he goes on stage." She said, the frown still in place.
"I've been lookin' for the idiot too and he ain't picking my calls. He's gon' be in some real deep shit when I find his sorry ass!" Marion growled, trying to call Blaise again, only for the answering machine to pick up.
"Wait ere' missy, I think I know where he is." He said to the lady as he pocketed his phone angrily and marched out of the room.
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"No mom, you can't tell me what to do! I'm twenty-two for fucks-sake! And besides my performance is still a week away, so I'm going to this show whether you like it or not!" Kayla yelled at her mom, her face red with fury evident in her amber-coloured eyes.
"Watch your language with me, missy! You're twenty-two, so? You think you're old enough to make decisions eh? Do you pay your bills? huh? Do you pay rent?! Answer me! Do you feed yourself?! You ungrateful bastar--" Janet yelled with the same vigour, her neck veins popping as she ground her teeth in unconstrained anger but Kayla cut her short before she could complete her sentence.
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