"Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you and that you may be in good health, as it goes
well with your soul." 3 John 1:2
I lay back against the wall and listen as the guy talks about how I'm meant for
greatness and that the world before me is in dire need of help. I smile and listen to the freaking
out and excitement coming from this male.
"Hey kid!" I hear another male voice echo from the
door. The male in front of me stop talking.
'Oh thank god… he has been droning on for an hour and a half' I thought. The male
who was around my age came up angrily looking at the other who wouldn't stop talking. I watch
as the dirty male scans his brother, or well they looked like brothers… Anyway, I watch as the elder one got upset over nothing. "You're supposed to be working!" He growled, shoving his
finger into the males chest.
I listened to Tyler's response, "I know brother…" then I growl, all I knew was that my
mind didn't want to work the way it should... it was in protective mode.
"Um, I was talking…" the brother looks at me before smiling softly.
"Sorry Mrs. Wisteria, my brother doesn't know better…" he began causing me to look
at him angrily, "hm I… I have to go, be nice to your brother Mr. Johnson."
I walk out holding back anger I hardly felt sparking in me. I let out a growl as I walk
down the hallway. 'Why am I so angry?' I sigh and let my feet carry me to the noise again. I
find myself behind two stage curtains, a blonde male was singing so melodiously, letting the
music play loudly. I look at the blonde emo dressed male. His smile melted and I heard a gasp
as I hum along. I hadn't realized that he had stopped and when I did I jumped to find him
hovering over me. I gulp. My throat suddenly dry, "Wisteria?" The male said causing me to
jump, "y… yes."
"Great!" The male exclaimed looking at the green who was just as surprised as I,
"Tracey, dress her up, she needs to be dressed and ready in five minutes!" The female nodded
and grabbed my arm, yanking me behind the curtain that was a dark red. The next thing I know
I'm being shoved into a dark red dress as well as the permanent dye that seemed to make me
look different was washed out to show my normal red voluminous locks. I was surprised when
she fixed my hair and laced a black spiky tie around my neck and stripped my dress.
"Um…" she then put a skin tight pair of pants and a tight tank top. My eyes widen
when I'm looking in the mirror and hardly recognized myself. She added a belt and some straps
that buckled above my breasts. "Preach" she whispered pushing me out from behind the curtain.
The male who made Tracey dress me looked me up and down with a smile, "record time Trace,
with three minutes to spare!" He laughed. I blush, "I can hardly recognise her!" He laughed again,
leading me to the stage, "lead the song, I'll rap" he winks at me with a smile, tilting me back. I gasp
but let him hold me like that as the curtains parted.
He swung me up and twirled me as I sung the song he seemed to think I knew. I gulp
and keep going with the song as he seemed to hesitate when it came to looking at me. I nod with
a bow signalling his turn. This song can get us banned, this song can lead to our death, but I
couldn't stop, my lips just kept moving when it came to my turn. Each word made me move
with such a strong feeling. My heart was beating to the beat of the song. The music moved me. I
was like a lamb who needed the lion to live. Vulnerable. I felt sick to my stomach when the
song ended. I know my stage fright was strong but I'm stronger than it will ever be.
"poor girl" the male who made me dance with him said as I smile falsely. the pressure of my family relied on me and I could've ruined it.