The Backup Singer - A Matty Healy Fanfiction (Completed)

Part 2 - The Audition

It was Friday morning.

I went to work as usual, tapping away at a boring computer screen and filing documents.

"Hey, Billie." A sleazy voice said.

I sighed. "Hello, John," I said, not looking up.

John had always liked me, I had no clue why. He was my boss.

He always hit on me, daily. I just ignored him and carried on with my work as usual.

"Hey. You. Me. Friday night. Movies and making out. What do you say?" He asked.

"Sorry John, I have plans." I said.

"What?" He asked.

"I said I have plans. I do have a life, you know." I said.

"Yeah? What is it? Your plans, I mean." He asked.

"I have an audition." I said.

"An audition for what?" He asked.

"I sing, John. If you actually liked me you'd know that by now." I said.

John rolled his eyes and walked off to try and pick up another girl.

After work I rushed home.

I didn't know what to wear. So I texted Ty.

What am I supposed to wear?

She replied with:

Skinny jeans. Shirt. Converse or boots. I'll be over in ten.

I put on a button up chambray shirt and skinny jeans like Ty said and put on black lace up boots. I put my hair up in a messy bun and put on minimal makeup.

I never wore a lot of makeup, just a bit of mascara and lipgloss, and maybe eyeliner for special occasions.

Ty was at my door pretty quickly.

Tyler looked like a complete polar opposite to me. Where I had long brown hair, she had blonde. She was tall and skinny, with a clear, tan complexion. She was fashionable, and always knew what to wear. She was also my best friend.

"You look hot, babe." She said. I smiled.

"I just hope they like me. I hope there's a not a lot of other girls auditioning." I said nervously.

"You'll be fine, honey. You're a great singer. You're better then great. You're a frickin' angel. You're going to get this part easily." Ty reassured me, taking my hand and leading me out the apartment.

Once we arrived at the audition place, a small recording studio, I got out of the car and took a deep breath.

"You'll be great." Tyler said, squeezing my hand quickly. I smiled nervously and walked into the studio.

When I walked in I was hit by the smell of smoke and the sound of one of their songs playing in the background.

I smiled. Just hearing their songs reassured me, oddly.

"Relax, they'll love you." Ty said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

There was a small room that I was in, and a doorway that lead to another room, I could see it through the big glass window in front of me. I could see the guys from the band sitting at a table, listening to a girl sing and talking to her. When Ross, the bass player saw me he smiled at me, giving me a little wave. I smiled back.

I looked around. There were three other girls here in the small waiting room.

One had blonde hair and looked faker than a Barbie with cake face makeup and a dress that made her boobs practically hang out.