A girl who lives most her life as a lie until she has enough at a young age. She follows her dreams although it isn't easy. A life full of mystery and disguises (featuring why don't we)
Isobel's POV Showtime... I was stood centre stage, the blue spotlight dimming. I exhaled as the light flashed on me with the beat of the song. I started to strum the tune in my guitar as I sang. The crowd roared, singing along to the song. I felt at home, this is where I belong, on stage. I became nervous as the high part of the song came, but I hit that note as a broad smile was painted on my face. I went off the stage for the next costume change as Susie wished me good luck. I could get use to this.
I ran back on stage as the microphone stood there tall and proud. I love singing. This was my dream. It's hard with a mask on but you don't want people to know it's you do they? Harmonies in the background came on. I pointed the microphone to the crowd and told them to sing out as cheers filled the arena. When I looked into the crowd I saw a familiar face. Why are they here? Without realising I had stopped singing. I drop the microphone and ran off stage. It was Charles.
I covered my face not wanting anyone to notice what I had done. I was full with anger at myself for doing it. "I should've just ignored it." I thought to myself. I didn't realise but my eyes were weeping, tears were rolling down my cheeks. I let the audience down, I let Susie down, I let myself down. It's so hard because I knew that tomorrow I was going to wake to this being all over the news. I ran down the slim corridor trying to find my dressing room. The quicker I was allowed to leave the better.
The corridor seemed like it never ended. I saw the sign in the distance saying, "disguise" but I could get to it. I turned the corner to be met face to face with a boy with blonde hair and emerald eyes. As the paper scattered across the floor, he bent down to pick them up. "I'm so sorry let me help you." As I bent down to help him he said, "oh no it's okay are you alright?" I looked away.He heard me sniffling. Gosh I am so soppy. Why?! Our eye contact interlocked for a moment then he smiled at me. "I am Corbyn. Do you have a name." Well yes I have a name but not when I am dressed like this. "I'm Disguise." I stuttered. Just then I heard shouting from afar so as I turned I was shocked...
The security guard was chasing me. Damn it. They will want me to keep performing won't they? I think Corbyn may have understood what was going on because he pushed me into his changing room and told me to wait in there. I didn't really have a choice to be honest. I heard soft murmurs outside the room as the sound of footsteps faded.
I was brought back from my thoughts when I heard someone clearing their throat. "Ahem?" I turned to see 4 boys sat without shirts on midway changing. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry!" I turned while my cheeks grew red with embarrassment. Corbyn walked in and as soon as the door opened I ran out. I had to phone Susie.
As soon as I found her, I packed my things from the dresser room and we both exited the arena. It was such a silent car journey. I didn't want to talk. When we got home, I turn on the TV and of course it was a channel which was streaming my performance. I was about to turn off when Susie said, "you did well don't worry about it." Five boys came on the stage. as I turn the TV up, I recognised one of them... Corbyn. I switched the tv off and went to sleep.
(Isobel's bedroom)
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A/N hey guys! Just saying thank you to all of you who are reading my stories! This is my first proper story on wattpad so it was hard to know what to Write but keep reading because it is going to get better!
