BitterSweet Love (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Forty Three: Cold Feet

Opening Night of The Phantom of The Opera.

"How are you feeling?"

"One more gallon of make-up stabbed across my face and I'll be ready to go."

"There's the Sinclair spirit!"

"Ryan you know I loath being called by my last name."

"Which is exactly why I love calling you by it."

"What a superb best friend you are. I should applaud you."

"Your sarcasm is riveting."

"As is your undertone."

"Are you nervous."

"I can feel this tingle inside of me like all my organs are screaming in sync."

"I believe that's called adrenaline."

"That or nausea."

"Let's hope for my option."

"Right well I have to go do a quick vocal warm-up, but I will see you in the crowds."

"I'm front row."

"Of course you are."

"Something wrong?"

"No."

"You know you can't lie to me."

"It's nothing. I'll see you in the crowds." I hugged him quickly pecking his cheek before walking off.

I slammed right into a familiar face. "Liam."

"Scarlett. Long time no communication."

I laughed "I see you every day."

"You know what I mean. We're falling off."

"It's really not you I've been drifting from everyone lately, but I promise I will make it up to you after all of this is over."

"Oh I know you will." He gestured his arm forward to where the rest of the cast was gathered. "Shall we Christine?"

"Lead the way Raoul."

....

"Places everyone in their wings!" Mr. Fitch looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Scarlett wait." Chaz grabbed me before I could enter my wing.

"Chaz the curtains are lifting what is it?"

"I think that there's something you should know."

It was too late now for whatever he had to tell me. It was my cue. It was my moment.

And it only took one glance into the audience to shatter it.

I held my best to keep the scene alive because after all that's what acting was all about maintaining character through all the little distractions, but as soon as the show finally hit intermission I lost it.

I ran up to Chaz with a tear streaked face that seemed to catch him completely off guard.

"I thought I was over it, but I'm just not."

He hugged me now allowing me to cry into his costume.

"I know, it's okay I promise. Just promise me to do as amazing as you're doing now in the second half?"

"I'll try."

"No that's not enough you need to promise."

"I promise."

"Now please go get your make-up fixed you look like a demon off a horror movie."

"You never fail to insult."