Queen For A Day

Three days later I got an email from AP. It stated that the live performance I had to put on was being held in five days’ time at a recording studio nearby. It seemed like it was going to be a pretty small and intimate deal. I spent all my free time practicing different riffs and songs until I finally decided to play Coffin by Black Veil Brides for them. Over the next day I recorded the piano, bass, drums and a few backup guitar parts to play as a backing track when I perform for the guys.

The morning of the audition came and I woke up in a cold sweat.
I had barely slept the night before, dreading yet also highly anticipating the day ahead.
My father had called the night before, adding to all the stress I was already feeling. He talked to me for a while about how I should respect my mother and go talk to her. Then I yelled at him about how much he had respected her when he cheated on her fifteen years ago.
Now both my parents hate me.
Great.
I pulled myself out of bed and made myself a cup of tea to start the day. I was scrolling through Tumblr a 20 minutes later, sipping my tea when I heard a key in my door and someone barge in.
“Carl!” Fay’s voice called out.
“Why are you in my apartment and how do you have a key?” I demanded.
“You gave me a key doofus. And I’m here to help you get ready for your thingy today.” That’s when I noticed she was carrying a shopping bag with the word MAC written on the side.
“What is that?” I raised an eyebrow.
Fay ignored my question and walked to my stereo in the corner, plugging in her phone and pressing play on Pierce the Veil.
“Ah, perfect.” She smiled and turned, holding up the bag. “Now Cali my dear, time to get you ready.”

An hour later I was dressed, with makeup on and my dark wavy hair straightened. I was wearing a short black skirt with fishnet stockings and combat boots and a black and red crop top and a beanie to top it all off.
“You look amazing Carl,” Fay smiled.
Oh my gosh.. she complimented me. That’s rare coming from Fay.
“Eek thank you, I’m so excited now!”
Fay frowned and glanced at her watch. “Um, what time are you meant to be there?”
“12:30.”
“Shit Cali its 12:25 now, we need to go!”
Oh fuck. I rushed into my spare room to grab my precious electric guitar and USB with my backing track on it before running down to the lift where Fay was waiting. I swear we broke so many laws driving the twenty minutes to the recording studio, Fay is usually a bit of a lead foot, but wow.. I feared for my life on that journey. She screeched to a stop in the first carpark we found and I took a few seconds to catch my breath. Thanking the heavens that I survived the drive.
“Ok, you go in and tell them you’re here and I’ll bring the guitar.” Fay instructed.

Three minutes later we were sitting in a room full of well dressed, nervous looking young women most of whom were holding instruments. I tuned up my guitar carefully and listened to the track of Coffin a few times before my name was called.
“Cally Hill?” Someone called. I groaned. Why did my parents give me a name that is so hard to read?
“Yeah, and it’s Cali,” I said standing up, “Said like C A R L Y.”
“Oh,” The man looked down at his clipboard then back up at me, “Ok, well it’s your turn now Cali,”
I picked up my guitar and reached down to squeeze Fay’s hand, “Wish me luck!”
“Say hi to them for me,” Fay winked playfully. I laughed and followed the man through a door and down a dark little hallway.
“Alright, now, your track has been plugged in already, the guys and a few other people will be watching you play and please there’s no real need to talk much.” The man said, sounding slightly bored and tired.
“Ok, thank you,”
And that’s when the door opened.
I turned around and realized immediately who it was. Victor Fuentes. In person. Right in front of me. I felt like throwing up. Fuck he was right in front of me, staring at me. Someone needs to say something. Like now.
“Vic,” I squeaked.

Notes

Three in one day... i should probably concentrate on school more..

whoops n.n

Beth xx