Becoming Perrie Edwards // h.s

Chapter Seven // The Exotic Pakistani Prince and the Curly Deep-Voiced God

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Chapter Seven // The Exotic Pakistani Prince and The Curly Deep-Voiced God

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I've learned three things in the short space of being Perrie Edwards.

One; Little Mix has a lovely crew. All except Jodi, who is still a condescending tyrant in bad need of a Jack Daniels.

Two; false nails are good for scratching my nose and playing tiddlywinks but not much else.

And three; I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.

I find my way back to the tour bus perfectly fine. I did grow up in Cambridge after all. No one is on it, however, so I have an unpleasant experience seeking out where I'm supposed to be.

 Little Mix are practising for their next concert. This time, I have no problem entering. The security guard bows me in with a wink.

I get an earful from Jodi which I shrug off. No worse than a usual Wednesday with Mr McCarthy. She pushes me onto the stage for the remainder of sound check.

I panic.

“She captures her reflection then she throws the mirror to the floor...” Leigh-Anne begins and I visibly relax. Perrie doesn't solo in this song and the chorus is so simple that even I can get by.

Jade, Leigh and Jesy cruise the stage and I stay in one spot awkwardly tapping my foot.

“Perrie!” Someone barks. “Move!”

“What?” I ask distractedly, causing Leigh-Anne to falter.

“You're lucky you're pretty, Perrie, and I really can't stress that enough.”

I try to move my head as if I'm really into it. The music is too loud and the earpiece is uncomfortable.

“Change, change your life, take it all!” the other three holler and I start, blinking.

They stare at me. “What?”

“Perrie!” Jade exclaims and I suddenly remember something.

“Take it all!” I sing quietly, much too late. Jodi shakes her head and another person snaps, “from the top!”

This time I get it right. Perrie only has one line in this song and even I manage to screw it up. God, bring me back to Physics please!

Fuck my life.

I mess up again, of course and the others drop their microphones in exasperation. I've never been so humiliated in my life, not even when Morgan Ashbode found the Narry fanfic I’d been reading on Ao3 and read it out at lunch.

“Give Perrie the lyrics in her earpiece,” Jodi orders. The fourth time we run over the song, I capture Perrie's long, lovely note and I screw it up badly but I think everyone's just glad we got through it.

“You're out of it, Pez,” Jesy remarks, coming over to pat my arm. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” I mumble. “Sorry guys. I have a big...headache.”