Love Listening

Chapter Two: Scream and Run

(Hey guys...this is my latest update for Love Listening. I hope you guys like. Its only a draft so iys not perfect but I'll edit it soon xxx)

"Carly!" A familia voice called from across my dressing room, followed by the sound of sharp heels clicking on the wooden floor.

Turning around, I came face to face with my manager, Imogen Wright, her ginger hair frizzing out in ringlets around her heart shaped face. Her lips were painted with the same deep red lipstick she was constantly, standing out like poison against her pale white skin. Her thin red glasses fitted her nose and her pant suit was tight fitting, a bit too tight fittig to me.

She smiled widely at me as she engulfed me in a tight hug, cutting off the oxygen to me body.

"Great show. The viewings where over the roof" she gushed, her eyes bright with excitement as she pulled away from me.

I nodded at her statement. I was used to it. I had been stumbling through this business for three years now, from the age of sixteen. It was a struggle at first, trying to get recognised but with Imogen as a manager, we did it.

Now I was one of the biggest names in the business, or at least that was what the tabloids told me. Day after day, week after week, story crept up on me about things I didn't even know yet. Storys about guy who I had never met that I was dating, what my next move was going to be and new song I hadn’t even heard of. It was like they were telling my life, except it wasn’t mine, it was a make believe story about who they though I was, not knowing who the real me was.

I was used to it never the less. Come to think of it, I can’t even remember a time where I wasn't Carly Avenue the 'Princess of Pop', it was normal to me. I couldn’t remember a world where people didn't point me out in a crowd or cry and beg me for autographs, it was foreign territory to me.

"Anyway," Imogen sighed happily, breaking me out of my fantasy, "Theres the after party to go to and tomorrow morning you have an interview for 'TopPop' at eight, be ready for seven tomorrow, I'll send a car" she clapped her hands together, excited.

"Okay, thanks. But can I skip on the party? I've got a pounding headache and as you said, I need to be up early" I begged, pouting my lip slightly and fluttering my eyes li ke an innocent puppy.

She sighed loudly, tapping her foot slightly on the wooden floor. Her face was looking down and she posted at me.

"Oh noooo...please no!" I begged.

"Please, stay for an hour at least. There are people here I want you to meet" she pleaded, pulling her hands together in a prayer gesture.

"Okay, fine" I gave in, rolling my eyes at her as she broke into a victorious dance.

Following her out of my dressing room, we walked towards the double doors where the after party would be help. A door off to the left,  guarded by to bulky tight vest security guards, was erupting with screams from my fans.

Leaving Imogen to walk into the lounge, I edged towards the door, wanting to visit my fans.

I wouldn’t be where I was today if it wasn't for them. I didn't care about the money or the fame, it was the fans and music I was in for. I wasn't one of those singers corroded by drug or money. I wasn’t one of those people who brushed off their fans. I loved my fans and wantes to meet as many of them, even if it wasn't possible. I just wanted to see the smiles on their faces.

Walking up to one of the security men named Bradley, I smiled warmly and gestured towards the door. His smile widened when he saw me and he tipped his head slightly.

"Sorry to be a pain..." I started, but he cut me off.

"Anything for you, Miss Avenue" he smiled, rocking on the balls of his feet.