Harley's POV
My hands tremble as I slowly turn the handle to the stage door. I take a deep breath, attempting to lift the stress and anxiety from off my chest. Peering through the crack in the door, I hear and see hundreds of people shouting my name. The perfect rhythm of the cheering almost makes me crack a smile. I've worked so hard for this day.
This is my first ever show. Well, my first official show at least. As of right now I have a following of 300k. I am a singer-songwriter, and i'm 16 years old. Although, I don't consider myself very unique with my normal, girly-ish style and my long brown hair.
I've been writing music since i've been 11, but my family has never been that supportive of my career. Which is why I have my best friend on my side. Damn, I don't know what i'd do without her.
I turn around to see the beaming, rosy face of Paisley, who is my best friend. She walks over and grabs my hand, stroking it with her thumb gently. "You'll do great, Harley! Don't fret about it." I smile, being unassured. "Thanks Pais." I finally turn towards the door. It's time.
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I jump up and down on stage to the beat of the music, moving swiftly across the floor. I see fans in the audience jumping along, and a wide smile spread across my face. Even though there are only a few hundred of them, I love them all.
As the song ends and the cheers fade away, I step off the stage. Fans bombard me, and I can see my manager casting a glare in my direction. I don't care. It's all worth it.
I touch hands and hold my microphone firmly in one hand as the next song started to play.
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I breathe heavily. My legs threaten to buckle beneath me, sweat dripping down my back. My manager comes up to me, an unreadable expression on her face.
"Good job, Harley. Not bad for your first show." She smiles vaguely. I've never really liked her. But business is business, I guess.
"Thanks." I reply shortly, looking around the lounge room. I wasn't the only one performing in the show, quite a few other people are as well. I hear the claps and cheers as the other artists go on.
Suddenly, my attention is caught. In the corner of the room, a young-looking girl with pale greenish-blue hair and ocean-blue eyes is looking at the ceiling. She seems bored and annoyed at the same time.
She is humming softly, tapping her foot against the smooth wood floors. Her style is quite cool, baggy but very stylish.
Is that Gucci I see? Well, that explains it.
I sit down on the couch, propping my legs up. I look over to see if she's watching and- she is. Only for a second, though, and she turns back to her phone with a smirk.
I clear my throat softly, picking up my own phone and checking my Instagram. I scroll through the posts absentmindedly. I raise my head to look around for my manager, but by then she is out of sight. Great.
"Yo." I jerk my head towards the voice that came from the other side of the room, finding that it came from the girl I saw. She has a small smile on her face, and I adjust my position uncomfortably.
"Hey." I greet her with a nod, looking back to my phone. After a second or two, I hear her again. "So, you performed here?" Her voice is really enchanting- it's deep, but calming.
She definitely gives off a.. leave-me-alone and independent vibe, but she doesn't seem all that way when she talks. "Uh, yeah. Just got off, actually." I look into those marvelous eyes again.
The girl nods. She seems awfully familiar- like way too familiar. "I'm Billie, by the way." Billie. Billie, Billie.. where have I heard that name before?
"Harley. Harley Breslin." Her eyes slightly crinkle at the corners. "Interesting. Never really heard of you before. New in the music industry?" She questions, her eyebrows furrowing.
Jeez, how is she so attractive? I'd kill to have her looks.
"Fairly new. Not extremely. Got about 300k on Insta." I can hear my voice grow stronger with confidence. I don't mention my social media following that often, but it seems necessary in this situation.
"That's dope, bro." She snickers, scooting over slightly in my direction on the long, L-shaped couch. "I have around 12 million myself." She shrugs, but there was obviously a sparkle of pride and love in her gaze.
My jaw drops. 12 fucking million? Alright, i've probably most definitely heard of her before if she's that famous.
"Dude.. that's a lot." I giggle nervously, biting at my nails. A nervous habit. I hate it, but I can't stop it.
"I've worked hard for it. You'll get there." She reassures. She is now only a few feet away from me. I smiled, glancing to the clock.
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4 hours later, the show had ended. Billie and I had talked for hours and hours, and yes, I figured out that she is the Billie Eilish. I'm still kinda in shock from that. But besides the fame, she seems like a pretty normal human being.
"Yo, what's your Insta Harley?" Billie asks as who seemed to be one of her managers walks in. I glance to the doorway as I spotted my manager in the room as well.
"Oh, it's harleybres" I look to Billie's phone as she played around with it. "Alright, got it." She sits up, holding out her hand to help me up as well. "I'll definitely talk to ya later, if you're good with it." I nod eagerly. "That'd be great."
Billie grins at me as she gives me one final wave, walking out of the room. I look down as my phone buzzed.
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Ok so I KNOW i've restarted this whole series 3 times now. I understand if you're mad about it, but I hated the way that the plot was going in the last one. I hope you guys enjoy this one though. :) <3
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