Mrs. Superstar (Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

Chapter 1

My name is Candice. Candice Skylar Douglas.

I live in the suburbs of Michigan Detroit with my father. Him and my mother divorced when I was very young and my dad got custody over me due to his material status. And probably other tricks...

See my dad, a college dropout who joined the east coast gang at the early age. He climbed the ladder fast enough to become a leader before turning 30. He was relatively young and impressive at dictating people. He never involved me in his "business", for my safety and his safety as well. All I knew was that we were running a music venue to laundry the money he was making illegally. My fathers old soul passion for heavy metal music turned this place into one of the most recognisable venues in Michigan. We had Judas Priest perform when they came from Europe and other big bands I don't know the name of. See, I'm more of a hip hop girl. Always was and never shared the passion for the same genre as my father. Anyway we weren't much alike... me and mom kept very close. She was living an average mom life in south Detroit. I had a half younger sister, Julia. She was 13. Oh btw I never mentioned I'm 17 but turning 18 this year! As a surprise to many me and Julia had a very strong bond and good relationship. I enjoyed being the big sister even tho my father wasn't very fond of her. She was from another man that my mom married not too long ago. Anyways, I'm not gonna tell you my whole family story, it didn't matter that much. You'll learn more along the way. I'm attending junior high, public school. My dad had me in private but I threw a fit, cause I was definitely not getting along with all the stuck up posh kids. Most of my free time I spend helping my dad with the venue. He says it will be mine one day. I usually organise all the schedules and sound checks for the artists. I make sure everything is on time, the security at the door, the backstage clean and ready. I remind artists when it's time to hit the stage and check the lights. I'm basically a runner. I also have to accommodate special requests from the bigger stars. You know, special dietary requirements, special alcohol etc. It wasn't any different this weekend. We had a huge grunge festival happening, one of the biggest ones in the east coast. As usual people would travel from across all America for this event. It was especially busy. We had altogether 14 artists performing on the course of 3 days. The tickets were absolutely sold out. Half of my school asked me to get backstage passes for them, but my dad was always a bitch about it. He said he can't have starstrucking teens running around serious multimillionaire musicians. It doesn't look professional on the event organisers. I managed to give away 10 recital tickets for free tho. I still had to bribe the security to let the underage kids from my school attend. Behind my dads back obviously. I'm not kidding when I say it was a huge event in the city.

Since 2 pm I was running around the whole place trying my best to keep everything on time. The sound checks were done and the show has started. I needed to knock on every artists changing room and remind them how much time they have till they're on. We had system of a down, papa roach, green day, Marilyn Manson and Nine inch Nails. I knocked on the door but heard nothing but loud laughter and conversations on the other side. I sighed and rolled my eyes and helped myself inside. There was a group of guys sitting around the small coffee table next to the fridge. Plenty of empty beer bottles were tossed around and even more on the table. They barely noticed my presence until I approached them closer.

-Um Marilyn Manson? - I asked not looking at them and flipping thru the checking board. They all dressed casual black, had long multi color hair. Just like every other band.

-Youre before the headliners tonight. You're on at 8:45 pm which is - I looked at my clock.

-1 hour and 30 minutes away. Please make sure you're ready 20 minutes before. All your costumes are prepared for you in the dressing room next door and have name tags on them.