The Broken Mirror {COMPLETED}

You Know I'm No Good

February 15th, 2017 1:56 a.m.

While in the middle of my British Ladies set, I finish singing Valerie by Amy Winehouse. The audience claps once the song is over and wait for the music to start up for the next song. My hair is styled like a pin-up, full of bouncy curls and caked in hairspray. My lips are red, and I have winged eyeliner. I am wearing this beautiful black 1950s retro dress with cheetah print pumps. My feet are killing me because I have been singing all night. A school night of all nights, but I was hired to sing, too. It's not like I am the best student.

The drums open the beginning of You Know I AM No Good. The rest of the instruments start to play, and I give the audience the most devilish smirk. Knowing this is probably my anthem song. "I cheated myself. Like I knew I would. I told you I was trouble. You know that I'm no good," sultrily comes out of my mouth as I sing the chorus. The crowd yells the moment, you know that I'm no good, comes out of my mouth. They sing and dance along.

The effects of molly and alcohol finally leaving my system as I finish up my set and the room coming back into focus. Somehow, I got through this entire set without slurring my words, but I'm used to it at this point. It keeps me awake and able to feel the music as I sing. "Thank you! I'll be here next week!" I tell the audience as I finish the song. They stand and applaud my band and me.

"Sing Rehab!" Someone from the audience cries out. I want to burst out laughing, I hate that song with a passion.

"Next week!" I yell back and the crowd laughs with me. The DJ takes over the music and I turn to the band as we collect our instruments and stuff and head to the cramped green room, they have for us.

"You did awesome! Staying out with us, tonight?" Smack, my drummer says to me. I shake my head no.

"School night. I have class and dance tomorrow," I tell him. He shrugs his shoulders as I collect my stuff to leave. I head out of the club into the frigid New York air. There is wet slush on the ground, thank god I changed my shoes into boots before I came out here. A familiar face walks up to me. "Bam, what are you doing here? This isn't exactly your scene."

Bam shrugs his shoulders. "I know you had an order and I won't be able to get it to you tomorrow, so I thought I'd bring it to you tonight," He informs. I kiss his cheek while passing him the money for the bag of party drugs he's brought me. "Who said this shit wasn't my scene?"

"The fact that you called it shit?" I laugh. "I need to get home. I'll see you when I need you." I wave goodnight to him and hail a cab to take home.

6:30 am

My alarm goes off. Somebody kill me, is how I feel the moment I hear it. I roll over and turn off the obnoxious sound. I can already hear my sister in the bathroom singing and getting ready for school. She took some Adderall before getting up because she was up when I got home studying. I climb out of bed and grab what was left of a clip I was smoking the night before and light it back up.

My hopes are that it will get rid of the raging headache I have.

"Mom and dad are home, they will smell that," Calypso says from my door. Her toothbrush in her mouth as she brushes her teeth. I shrug my shoulders.

"I'll offer them some," I tell her laughing. She rolls her eyes and goes back into the bathroom. When I finish smoking, I go into the bathroom with her. She is slightly heavier than me, but that's because she thinks I don't see she has food hiding underneath her bed. When I come in, she's ironing her hair. "You gonna come see me next week, since you missed this week?"

She shrugs. "No promises," she responds to me while taking a section of hair.

"I'll tell Tyler to make it date, so you won't have an excuse," I respond to her. She rolls her eyes as I go to step into the shower to wash off last night's grime. We continue to get dressed in silence.