Bands Apart [On Hold]

4. Hazel Eyes

The ballroom walls had been draped with streamer's of various, exquistite colors that were unique shades specifically chosen for this event. Srewn with the streamers were beautiful roses that had been attatched to the walls with a staple gun, the roses also bearing exquisite colors. 

Across the glossy floor various people, both big names, and unknown to the public were gliding along in suits, and ball gowns. Each of their faces concealed by a well made mask. It was a scene that would make any sappy girl squeal in joy, but I (the sappy girl) wasn't squealing. Instead I was fretting over the request Stacey had run by me half an hour ago.

 I couldn't believe she'd drop that bomb on me right before the party! 

What is this blasted thing you ask? 

She wanted me to associate with a man by the name Paris Raquel, because management was planning on staging a publicity stunt between the two of us to promote our albums. Of all the people they had to choose me. I mean, I know I didn't have a boyfriend, but why did they have to keep taking advantage of that?

 I didn't even like Paris. 

Yes he was fairly attractive, but he was a perfect example of a miscreant. 

The last thing I wanted to do was have the paps take photo's of me on his arm, laughing like I was having a good time. If that was going to be my Hollywood love story, then I think I'll take the cat. Also I knew very bloody well he had a thing for me, because last year he had asked me out non-stop even when I dumped a glass of soda over him, and threatened to report him for harassment. 

Gosh Stacey really brought the hammer down on me for that one.

 I wouldn't be surprised if she set this up to punish me, though I'm almost positive Paris made her gag as much as he made me. So this was probably something he set up himself, but probably used his management to cover his sorry butt. 

Now I was trotting into the ballroom on black heels with a lump in my chest, and bile in my throat. My amazing night in the magical ballroom was ruined before it started. Thanks Paris, thank's for existing. I swear it'd be a miracle if I didn't- 

"Perrie watch out!" Jesy shouted, and I jumped clean out my skin just in time to avoid the glamorous concession table of exotic food. "Oh my gosh! When did that get there!" I exclaimed, resting a hand on my throat to calm my heartbeat, and I heard a series of camera's go off. There's my next headline. 

"It was always there, you just weren't paying attention." Jesy informed, shaking her head as she grabbed my arm, and led me over to the other girls who were both holding champane, and chatting while Sam let his arm rest around Jade. Sam was in a band just like us, and him, and Jade have been an item for quite some time.

 "Hey Perrie." Leigh-Anne greeted when me, and Jesy broke into the circle, and I gave them a half-hearted smile.

 "Have you talked to Paris yet like Stacey asked? Or are you to busy assualting concession tables?" Jade asked, and I stuck my tongue out at her. A move that could've ruined my lipstick, but I didn't care.