F. A. M. E.

Chapter 1

"Are you ready?" I ask the blond, green eyed, 17-year-old girl in front of me as she prepared to go preform.

She turned and her light green eyes met my darker ones, "I'm really nervous," she muttered.

"There's nothing to be nervous about," I assured her.

"How do you know?"

"Because they'll love you," I told her.

She opened her mouth to say something when a man said, "Edwards! You're on next! Be ready!"

I put my hands on her shoulders and made her look at me. "Listen to me. You go and you sing your heart out on that stage. For me. For Jameson. For Mom and Dad. For Vlad. I believe in you," I said and kissed her forehead.

She took a deep breath as the man from before told her she was up. She held her head high and walked out on the stage. I walked to the wing and watched.

"Hello!" a woman said. "I am Nora, this is Richard, and that is Michael."

"What's your name, love?" Michael asked.

"Hello, I'm Skielar Edwards. You can call me Skie," she said with a smile.

"Hello, Skie. What will you be singing for us today?" Richard asked.

Her smile grew, "Well, I'll be singing Little Things by One Direction."

"Okay. Whenever you're ready, sweetheart," Nora said.

I saw Skie take a deep breath and then she started singing, "Your hand fits in mine

Like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind

It was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me

I know you've never loved

The crinkles by your eyes

When you smile

You've never loved

Your stomach or your thighs,

The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine

But I'll love them endlessly

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth

But if I do

It's you

Oh, it's you they add up to

I'm in love with you

And all these little things

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea

And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep

And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep

Though it makes no sense to me

I know you've never loved

The sound of your voice on tape

You never want

To know how much you weigh

You still have to squeeze into your jeans

But you're perfect to me

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth

But if it's true