Adopted by Team crafted.

Chapter 17

Carly's POV

~one minute earlier~

"Just tell them about yourself. It's not just a performance its a introduction. " This pub is private. Only a few people can enter. They all come in every night. I just need to explain a bit about myself. Thank God Hunter helped me get this job."Misty your up." Hunter said as he pushed me onto the little stage. Oh god what do I say. "Hello, I'm Misty. Well that's my show name. My real name is Carly. Carly Dahlberg Lox." I took a deep breath. I looked around the room until my eyes landed on a familiar face. "Dad..."I whispered under my breath. He couldn't recognise me could he? My once blonde hair was now dyed bright blue. My once bright blue eyes now had red contacts over them. He had no way of recognising me. I suddenly realised that we had been staring at each other. I looked away. "Let me tell you something's about myself. Okay, so I was an orphan. I got adopted. I ran away. That was 10 years ago. My favourite colour is black, I love the darkness, and I'm extremely nervous right now due to certain eyes watching me." I continued to gaze across the entire crowd until I spotted the entire of team crafted. They were now sat with Adam. They were staring at me in complete disbelief. "My fi-My first song is going to be...Its going to be" I felt the beads of sweat falling from my brow. "I... I can't. I can't do this anymore!" I was panicking. My eyes fell onto my dad him and the team now all facing away. Adam heard what I said and looked up. He mumbled something to Ty before he stood up. I couldn't do it anymore. "Carly?" He whispered. I dropped the mic and ran of the stage. I sprinted towards him. He opened his arms running towards me as well. I threw my arms around my dad as he spun me in his arms. My tears soaked his shirt. I felt his tears drip onto my hair. "I love you so much dad. I love you so much. I'm sorry." I cried into his shirt. "I know calm down. I love you too. Guys I'm going home." He shouted to the team. Non of them had looked up meaning that non of them had seen me. Adam pulled my hand out the door. We headed home.