The screams of fans got my heart pounding and my palms sweaty. As the stage director looked at me and counted down from ten.
Ten.
I quickly hummed the first notes of my biggest hit, making sure I was in tune.
Nine.
This is my second show at Madison Square Garden.
Eight.
This show is going to be my last one.
Seven.
I looked around and noticed all my back-up dancers and singers doing last minute makeup touch-ups and clothing adjustments. Man, I'm going to miss this.
Six.
I was going home for the first time in three years.
Five.
Before I was famous, I was a loser. At the very bottom of the food chain at CCI.
Four.
Before I left for LAX, my best friend and I got in a fight. We never made up.
Three.
But I'm going back to finish senior year, and I have to go in disguise. So nobody will know my true identity.
Two.
The beginning of my song is about to start playing.
One.
It's showtime.
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I woke up to the sound of the birds singing and sunlight streaming into my window. I looked around my new bedroom. Alexis Hood, my agent, hired a well-known interior designer to decorate my new loft.
The interior designer took my theme of fun, girly, and unique and made the place stunning. It reminded me of those really cool homes you'd see in Opera's magazine or Forbes. The walls in my new room was painted black. Along the walls were decals of white flowers. Everything in the room was black with brightly coloured accents like a bright blue picture frame or a neon green throw pillow. There was a T.V facing the bed at the other side of the room. I looked around and noticed three doors as well. Two on the right side of me, and one undoubtedly leading into the hallway on my left.
I got up and decided to see what's on the other side of the door. I opened one and noticed that there was a grand en suite bathroom in there. Which was expected considering I took the master bedroom. I decided that the bathroom wasn't interesting at all. So I left and checked the other door.
Behind the door, was a walk-in-closet. Not as big as the one at my mom's place, but big enough. All I could see was rows and rows of clothing, and at the very end, was an entire wall full of shoes, purses and accessories on shelves that I have collected over the years of touring. Making that kind of money allowed me to have a wealthy lifestyle most kids would dream of having.
What should I where on the first day of school? As I was going through my shorts, I found a pair that I ever never worn before, a pair of high waisted Marc Jacob slacks. They were well-fitted and gorgeous with the gold marching band buttons sewn onto them. To go with the pants, I chose a tight and fitted ruffled blouse that accented my bust and waist. After checking the outfit in the mirror, I headed over to the shoes and accesories. I chose a pair of nude peep-toe pumps and a baby blue beaded neclace and matching earrings. My bag of the day was the 'jackie shoulder bag' from Gucci. Every week while on tour I would get there latest item free from doing a modelling and commercial shoot with them. Last week it was this hobo bag.
I went into my bathroom to wash my face and do my makeup. As I looked up into the mirror, the reflection it gave me a startle. Before was not a girl with goldden blonde hair and lavender eyes, but a girl with auburn hair instead. I looked the box that contained impossibly blue contacts. I put them in. As much as I didn't like changing my appearance, I didn't look to bad. After applying some makeup, I headed out of my room, down the white hallway, and into my contemporary kitchen.
Pancakes and bacon was already cooked prior to me waking up. So I ate a fresh and hot meal complete with all organic syrup. As I finished up, my best friend in the whole wide world came in.
"Morning, Autumn" Nicholas Kipp said. Nick is a well-known actor with as much fans as me. He has dirty blonde hair with a messy bed-head look and green eyes. Nick is pretty filled-out and is about 6'2". Allowing him to tower over me considering I was only 5'10". Nick sat down beside me at the kitchen island and started helping himself to my pancakes and bacon. Not entirely dressed either.
"Can't you get dressed before you come and eat with me?" I say.
"What kind of good morning is that?" He replied.
"My kind of good morning. And call me Keller at home, Autumn is my alias, remember?"
Nick gives me a side glance. "One: I'm not calling you Keller because that will confuse the shit outta me. And two: I like eating breakfast before I get ready. Gives me more energy to choose good clothing".
I smiled. "Do you really have to come half dressed though?"
"This was what I was wearing to sleep, and it takes effort to put a shirt on anyways".
"Lazy"
"Neat-freak"
"Idiot"
"Nerd"
"Disappointment"
"Disappointment?" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, disappointment." I smiled and started giggling. Which in turn caused Nick to giggle as well.
And with that, we both went to our separate rooms after breakfast and finished getting dressed. About half an hour later, him and I walked down the stairs to go get the car. "You want to come with me? Or are you taking your bike?" I asked Nick.
"I'm taking my bike". That should have been obvious considering he had his helmet and leather jacket. "Want to come with?"
"Nah." I replied, "I'm taking my new car. Meet you there?"
"Yep" And that was the extent of our conversation. I went up to Jim, the valet and asked for my car. I waited for bit and recieved a few texts from some of my friends on the road. Like Justin Bieber or Taylor Swift. Soon enough, my beloved baby came into view. Jim handed me the keys to my Gucci 500. This cute Fiat convertible has been mine for a while now.
Jim opened the door for me and closed it, I opened the window, tipped him and said my thanks. And soon enough, I was driving away. I pushed the button that put down the roof. My hair was blowing freely in the wind and I was loving it. To be free and not have anyone know who I really was was amazing. Being able to go to the school without paparazzi stalking my every move. It was a totally different scenario for a change.
I soon pulled up to the school of Collingwood Collegiate Institute. I saw many different crowds and cliques. Let's just see where I fit in.
