The One That Got Away

Prologue.

This book contains strong language, mentions of drug abuse, overdose, suicide, car crash, anxiety, strong language and mature scenes.

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Note to self: This book is completely fiction so please don't mind the terms, clubs or places I use. I don't own any of the them.

You're free to imagine what ever you want to.

Enjoy!!!

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~VERONICA

Four years ago.

London, England.

"Here to present the final award of the night, 3 time award winning manager..... Roderick Jameson!"

The applause is deafening as my father's name is mentioned, it gets louder when he walks to the stage, smiling ear to ear in his amazing tux.

"Thank you, thank you," he smiles sheepishly, "I'm here to present the award for best new artist, and the nominees are...."

The announcer begins to mention the names of the nominees and their songs being played in the background.

This is my second nomination of the night, I've won one so far, song of the year, but that doesn't make me any less nervous especially because this is my first time being part of an award ceremony. I wasn't scheduled to perform, mostly cause we've been on the road the past month or so, and Dad thought it might be too much pressure.

I feel uncle Carl's warm hand over mine, "relax kiddo, you've got this one in the bag."

I laugh nervously, "what makes you so sure?"

"Because you are the best new artist." He says matter of factly with a smile.

Uncle Carl has been my manager for the past... well, since I began singing professionally and has been so supportive, even more than dad. We've spoken and dreamt of winning the biggest awards and selling out the biggest arenas, and now it's all coming true. My tour all over Europe is coming this summer and we're beginning with Wembley stadium, which is already sold out like most of the tour, winning this award will help gain more popularity in Europe.

"Veronica Jameson!"

My heart thuds so fast as I hear dad mention my name. Everybody around me stand and applaud as the spotlight is set on me.

"You won!" Uncle Carl helps me up with a tight hug which makes me laugh, "congratulations." He kisses my cheek before letting go.

Holding up my long dress, I walk over to Dad on the podium , to get my second award of the night.

Dad hands the award over and kisses my forehead before mouthing, "I'm so proud of you." I say 'mouthing' because I can't hear a thing over the sound of the loud crowd.

"Oh my goodness urm--" I say in the microphone, facing the crowd, "I don't know what to say, I'm shaking," I laugh lightly, "urm, where do I begin? I'm honored to have been nominated along with all these other amazing artists, it means so much to me to take this second award home, thank you."

I motion the golden award and there's another applause.

"I want to thank my fans, if it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't be here, you're incredible," deafening applause, "I'd also like to thank my team and my family, my dad, my uncle. Nothing would be possible without them."

Dad smiles proudly and I catch uncle Carl's wink.

"And I'd love to thank my inspiration, the woman who made all this happen," I motion around, "the woman who saw my talents even before I knew I had them and that's my mother." The deafening applause makes me tear up, "she bought me my first guitar when I was 7, she taught me to play and express my emotions through what I love most and that's music. I'm just really proud to be her daughter and I hope she's looking down on me, smiling...because this is for her," I lift the award, "this means the world to me and I just want to thank everyone who's made it possible, thank you guys!"