The Letter Of My Story (One Direction)

A Swan's First Kiss

Chapter 9

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Yawning with my mouth opening like a male lion, I woke up to find my skin back to normal. I did not know whether to believe it or not as I ran a finger on my skin and stared at my face for ten minutes in the mirror just to be sure. The taps and showers have all been turned off and not a single stain of blood found anywhere.

Too worn out to bother anymore of the incidents that happened, I cleaned myself for my first big performance. All the time, I had flutters of butterflies in my stomach and my legs could not stop shaking as I waited nervously for the moment to come.

'It's kind of tight, is it not?' I looked myself in the mirror and examined my silhouette. I could feel the fabric squeezing my body and crushing my ribs. 'How do they intend for me to dance in this?' I asked Lindie who was trying to find my other pointe shoe.

'Well, it fitted you a week ago. Maybe you gain a few pounds? I told you to stop stuffing your cheeks with those rice crisps.' She replied back.

I pretended like I did not hear that statement. I will eat what I want because it would be my looks that I will wear. I settled down on a chair and signaled for Helen to tie up my hair. 'For once, you may touch my hair. Wait a minute! Don't do anything to my bangs. Drop it. Drop it!' I told her in a stern tone and she surrendered her hands in a frightened way.

'But Karl said all the dancers must have all their hair up and neat.' Helen tried to explain. 'He said you were no exception even though you are a famous superstar.'

'Fine.' I gave in. 'On one condition, make sure my makeup is over done.' And she really did that, applying way more eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow that was needed with a lot of glitter. I had to make sure I was not recognizable from my old looks.

I peeped through the red curtains and was astounded by the number of people who turned out for the recital. The hall was packed with people of all ages, some even holding flashcards with my name on it.

'Mr Locke!' I hissed as I pulled the producer of the dance aside. 'How do so many people know that I'm here? I thought we agreed you wouldn't tell anyone about my performance.'

He adjusted his bowtie and straightened his posture. 'I know, but I had to. To attract people. For the good of the orphanage. I am not doing this for the money, try to understand. All the money made will go for charity after all.'

I sighed because I could not argue anymore. I do not want my name use for promoting something, and I did not want any attention. To be honest though, I just did not want people buying tickets to my performances because I was famous. I wanted people to be interested in me for my talent, which I was lacking. Oh, my name has just been called.

My heart started racing as I entered the stage. I stood in position and posed as the orchestra started playing the music. The dance was going pretty well and I was attempting to not look like I was going to have a nervous breakdown. All well it was, I manage to stick my landing after being thrown up with collective gasps from the audience.

I was in the middle of dancing when I noticed five familiar figurines in the crowd. One Direction was there, sitting and watching me perform. I suppose I was overwhelmed that they were here to support me even though we had only worked together once. And sometimes, you just have that feeling like "Famous people actually came to see my show!".

I made a run backstage as a scene in which I was not involved in began. I quickly changed out of my tutu skirt and slipped on a black colored one. So my outfit was now half black half white, sort of symbolizing the change of character and heart of the swan. Helen dusted some grey powder on my face to give a grim look to my facial expressions.