Chapter 1
1177 Words
Sorrows, joys and surprises
Alex:
I finish making the last chord, there is sweat on my forehead, the screams are constant, I look up and see the entire audience that accompanies us.
Henry does his drum solo and with that ends the concert.
"Did you like the concert !?" I shout.
In response you hear many YES! And that's the only thing that makes me happy.
This is happiness
I say goodbye for the last time and walk to the dressing room, as soon as he arrived I see Peter Clooney, our representative, and I know that a sermon disguised as advice is coming.
"Alex, come" he calls me inviting me to come closer to him.
"Yes, of course, what happens?" I ask him innocently, although I already know what is coming.
" You have to put more effort, your voice seems that of a dinosaur you have to refine it more."He advises me, although more than advice is an order.
" George, I am a mature man, I change my voice and I can't have it like the one I had when I was 14, for God's sake, try to understand. "
"It doesn't matter Alex, you refine your voice or you know what can happen, we will drop from the top 10, understand if we go down it will be less money and with money everything works, do you understand?"
"But..."
"Did you understand? "
"Yes George" accept at last, but I know it will be difficult for me, my voice is not the thickest but it is not fine either.
"You know I only care about you. "
"Yeah right."
He steps away from the door, I open it and enter quickly, I lean against the door and let me slide through the door
This is the only thing I don't like about this, the pressure, the damn pressure, although I know that this world is not easy, lately I have been very pressured and feeling bad and not satisfied with the songs that make us sing.
In the last song he said something like "you're mine girl" and I honestly don't like those phrases.
The first songs we sang in the band were so sweet and innocent that they could give diabetes.
Now, it's a bit very different, for example our last song said "I want to f**k you baby until you tell me you can't do it anymore" and I honestly didn't see anyone, besides me, deny the new lyrics.
There is nothing wrong with singing those lyrics but it makes me uncomfortable.
I no longer feel comfortable with anything, tours are tiring, being in the streets and being harassed by the paparazzi is something exhausting, don't get me wrong, I love being a singer and I thank my fans for the place I am now, but the only one The reason I'm still there is because of them and the f*****g 10-year contract.
They made us sign a contract when I was 15 without my parents being present, I signed it without reading for the emotion of being a famous singer, and when several times I wanted to leave the band for my emotional health, I could not because the contract would prevents.
I stop thinking about it.
I get up heavily and sit in the chair, look at myself in the mirror and take one of the towels to wipe my face.
When passing it under my eyes, the makeup comes out and gives way to light a horrible dark circles from the previous nights in which I spend writing songs that would be discarded, for not having s****l content, by the beautiful man we have as our representative.
I sigh and finish removing all the foundation and concealer that I had on my face, I take one of the moisturizing lipsticks and gently apply it to my lips, the door opens suddenly and Kelly-my girlfriend- appears who looks at me with a grimace dislike.
"How long are you making me wait Alex?" He asks as soon as I turn around.
"Hi Kelly, I missed you too, thank you. "
"Oh I'm sorry baby, but I don't like it when you make me wait, and what are you doing? "Grab the lipstick I have in my hand and looks at it carefully "This is for women Alex."
"It's just a lipstick."
"Sometimes I doubt your sexuality baby. "
I ignore his comment and I get up from the chair to give him a chaste kiss on the lips -so as not to ruin the paint he is wearing-, I grab my things and we both leave the dressing room, we walk until we reach the exit of the stadium
As the camera lights go out, they make me squeeze my eyes shut from the impact, I walk trying to pass fast but Kelly grabs my arm to stop me.
She smiles at the cameras and we walk slowly, I have to go faster but she keeps preventing that.
When we finally got to the truck, I opened it and let her go first then inside and finally I could breathe.
"Sir, where are we going?" Asked Carl, the driver.
"Home please ..."
"To the restaurant on the avenue," Kelly interrupted me, "but quickly."
"Kelly I want to go home and sleep"I complained
"No, my parents are in the city and you have to talk to them about our commitment."
Wait, commitment?
If he were drinking water he would spit it out.
"What commitment are you talking about? "
"We'll talk about it when we get there, hurry up Carl! "
I turned my gaze to the window, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.
My relationship with Kelly was not the best, I met her in high school when I was 14 years old, I felt a crush as soon as I saw her, but everything went away as soon as fame and money arrived, she became frivolous and somewhat ambitious, Not to mention jealousy! My fans sometimes sent me letters and chocolates and she didn't like that, I once found her tearing up the letters they sent me on Valentine's Day, that made me upset, but still we are still together.
As? I sometimes wonder.
The sound of the horn snaps me out of my thoughts, I turn and see Kelly get out of the car and so I do the same.
I'm nervous and I don't know why.
Of course you know and the reason is the word "commitment".
We walk hand in hand to the door of the restaurant, Kelly asks for the table, and upon receiving the answer we go to the table where her parents are, Mrs. and Mr. Prescott.
"Hi Alex, honey, how are you? "Kelly's mother asks kindly. He seems to realize that we are standing still so keep going " but sit down!"-offer to last
I do what it says, and I sit down.
"Right now, boy, tell us why you want to marry our daughter," says Mr. Prescott.
That?
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