The Beautiful [ Fake ] Voice (l.t.)

Chapter 1

"I miss them" I sniffled, trying my hardest to wipe away as many tears as possible even before they fell. I was backstage and Jane Lee's stylist was with me, sharing some photographs of my family with me. Jane Lee? Yeah, she's kind of a big thing. Beautiful voice? Lots of grammies? Yeah, that Jane Lee. Let's just say her beautiful voice isn't the only thing that's surprising.

"Oh, honey, I know you do. But we've got all this career and opportunities ahead of us. You can't just leave them to Miss Jane Lee, now can you?"

I stared up at her with such irritation. She didn't know. Of course she didn't know! Jane Lee never tells her stylists anything. Just how I'm supposedly her best friend who had helped her ever since it all began.

Well, I call bullshit.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks. That helped" my voice tried to come out as sarcasm but I guess it didn't in reality since she wrapped her skinny arms around me and hugged me. Oh God, the touching.

I tried my best not to squirm and gave my best fake smile. "Now I need to help Miss Jane Lee for her next performance. Now, Miss Scarlett, do you need anything else?"

"Well I'd prefer if you didn't call me Miss Scarlett" I shrugged "Makes me seem old. I'm only 19"

"I don't think I could do that... Miss Jane Lee specifically told me to call you by Miss. She thinks it's a lack of respect if I don't and I really don't want to lose my job -- " she began to ramble. Of course. Jane Lee thinks that she's the boss of me, who does she think she is?

Oh yeah, Jane Lee.

I waved her off as if to say it was fine and she gave me a smile before leaving the room. I splashed some water in my face to take out the excess dried tears. Wiping my cheeks dry I stuffed the photographs in my pocket.

Going on Twitter, I decided to tweet.

@ScarlettYoung
Excited for the next act @JaneLeeOfficial you'll always sound beautiful as always 😉😚

Just something I had to do before each show. Of course there was the regular hate saying that I always drew her down and how I was always a pain. But there were some of those oblivious fans saying that I was the "bestest best friend ever" or staying with her. Jane Lee.. isn't really the bestest friend herself.

She's always thinking less of me because I'm younger and that I'm pathetic. Too pathetic to be though as more than her. That's when I responded with, bitch fuck you too. But, of course, that was all in my head. Just like most of my snarky comments and comebacks.

The door for the backstage jiggled and I held my breath hoping that it was anything other than Jane Lee. My prayers were not answered.

"Alright, I'm going on on 5, got it? Better not screw this up like last night. I got fucking called for faking it and lip syncing because of you. If you need the lyric sheet just let me know and don't come off as a pathetic know-it-all, Alright?" She snarled.

You look ugly as fuck when you're angry, you're not going on stage like that, are you?

I nodded shakily, "I -- I'm sorry, I don't need the lyric sheet but I do need you to slow down if th -- that's possib -- "

"Fat chance. I need it the same rhythm and speed as it always has been or you'll just end up screwing this up like you always do"

"A -- a -- alright, I'm ready this time.. I swear"

"Okay, remember, I'm on at 5" she reminds me with a nasty skank face. But I would never say that to her face.

Swaying her hips as she left, she slammed the door closed with such force and then I heard the lock click so that no one would come in. Lucky for her, the room was sound proof.

Rolling my eyes, I rolled my chair to the microphone that was hanging from the ceiling, I pulled it down to my height. Readjusting it I plugged the little speaker in my ear.

First it was Jane Lee talking about without her fans she wouldn't even be there and how she loves them all. She even managed a tear or two to get out. It was cute but then she just had to say "God I should stop before my make up gets ruined" but her loyal fans were just eating that up. Rolling my eyes I managed not to say anything.

"I should just get on with it, huh? I don't want to keep my lovelies, waiting now do I?" I bet it was the accent that made everyone love her. Her British accent was just so beautiful compared to my American one.

Her microphone beeped only for my ears to hear and that told me that her microphone turned off. I repositioned my self and took in a shaky beath. The sound of the beautiful rhythm sounded my ears.

"I told him that I loved him, was not sure if he heard. His roof was pretty windy and he didn't say a word" I sang into the microphone and I heard people cheering at my song choice to make a cover of which made me smile. Fluttering my eyes closed, I imagined the crowd in front of me instead of Jane Lee. A crowd cheering for me instead of Jane Lee. A crowd telling me that they love me instead of Jane Lee. Crazy, right?

"I said you're on fire, babe. Then down came the lightning on me. Love can be frightening for sure" I downgraded a bit before going into the chorus loud and strong which made people go crazy.

"And when the sun goes down I know that you and me and everything will be alright. And when the cities sleeping you and I can stay awake and keep on dreaming. You and I can stay awake and keep on dreaming" if it was up to the crowd I would've said that I nailed that high note. If only Louis Tomlinson would see me now. I mentally laughed at that joke.

Finishing off the song, I opened my eyes to meet with a the microphone as I heard the crowd cheer. Cheering for Jane Lee. Picking at my nails, I bit the inside of my cheek to avoid crying into the microphone. I shoved the microphone away from me as I scratched my cheek as to distract myself from the wanting tears.

The door unlocked and I shoved the mic to the ceiling and shoved the small speaker in my pocket. I looked up to see Jane Lee smirking down at me, "that wasn't so hard now was it? Next time just drag out the high note, yeah?" And with that she walked away, her heels clanking on the wooden floor as she did so.

How about you shove those 10 inch heels up your ass, yeah?

"Okay..." I murmured and followed her to the limo waiting outside surrounded by her cheering fans. Her cheering fans. Not mine. But hers.

And that's what I hated the most.

Harrys birthday, Harry!!! So in honor of him I'm publishing a new story. ❤ God bless that child. Lmao