Teenage Kicks
The Aftermath
~3 Months Later~
It's been over 90 days since my tour ended, and yet, I still wake up screaming in the middle of the night. I just can't get those images out of my head.
The day after the incident, we learned that no one was killed, but 3 of my fans had been crippled by the falling lights. One of them had been crippled permanently.
No one knows how or why those lights malfunctioned. One theory was that the lights used up too much power and were too heavy for the arena.
After most of the fans and crew were rescued, the lights exploded, engulfing the stage in fire. Many people received second degree burns, but nothing worse than that.
One of New York's finest arenas was literally burned to the ground. And everyone is blaming me. I had planned out where the lights, cameras, microphones, and even the dancers were going to be. The people needed someone to blame, and I was the best candidate.
Since then, the self confidence I once had has been torn up and thrown into the dumpster. I receive tons of hate mail every day, and I'm losing more and more fans by the minute.
Stacy, my manager, is doing all she can to keep me from quitting. I mean, why should I keep up my singing career if no one will buy my songs??? If there are no fans, there's no, well... ME!
I was sitting in the back of Starbucks, drinking my steaming coffee and hoping that no one would notice me. I had moved back to my hometown, Atlanta, Georgia, 2 months ago. I was on vacation for a while, and would be working on my new album afterwards, much to my dislike. Stacy still insisted that I act as if I didn't burn down a stadium, so that meant making music, music videos, doing interviews....etc. God, how I hate interviews nowadays! All they want to know is the entire story about New York over, and over, and over again! And truthfully, I never want to even think about that stadium ever again.
I was deep in thought when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out to find a new text from Ms. Stacy Westfall :
Stacy - Meet me in my office
I replied with :
Me - Why???
Stacy - Just go to my office, NOW
I raised my eyebrows at that last text. Whatever it is, it must be urgent.
I finished my coffee and threw the cup away, before heading out the door to my car. I hopped inside my new bright red corvette convertible, and drove off towards the recording studio and my manager's office.
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I arrived at the studio about 15 minutes later, to find that Stacy's car was already there. She had recently been on a business trip to London and must have just made it back.
I went inside, up the elevator to the 13th story, and knocked on the door labeled 'Westfall'. Stacy threw the door open and literally pulled me inside. She sat at her desk and I plopped down in one of her comfy chairs. "So... What's up?" I asked, curious. Stacy looked as if she was about to burst with excitement. "You are going to be back at the top of the charts by the end of next month!" She almost screamed it at me. "I've already signed all of the paperwork, and I've booked our flight..." She went on and on and on, while I was sitting there, trying to figure out what the heck is going on. " What do you mean 'our flight'? I'm still on vacation!" I said. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry but we are going to have to cut your break time a little short... You are moving to London tomorrow morning!" My mouth fell open. "London??? Why in the world are we moving to London???" I exclaimed. She had a guilty look on her face. "Well, I already signed the contract with Simon Cowell, saying that you will come and work with his boys..." "Boys?" I cut her off. "Yeah", she said."You'll be working with One Direction for the next 2 months!"
It's been over 90 days since my tour ended, and yet, I still wake up screaming in the middle of the night. I just can't get those images out of my head.
The day after the incident, we learned that no one was killed, but 3 of my fans had been crippled by the falling lights. One of them had been crippled permanently.
No one knows how or why those lights malfunctioned. One theory was that the lights used up too much power and were too heavy for the arena.
After most of the fans and crew were rescued, the lights exploded, engulfing the stage in fire. Many people received second degree burns, but nothing worse than that.
One of New York's finest arenas was literally burned to the ground. And everyone is blaming me. I had planned out where the lights, cameras, microphones, and even the dancers were going to be. The people needed someone to blame, and I was the best candidate.
Since then, the self confidence I once had has been torn up and thrown into the dumpster. I receive tons of hate mail every day, and I'm losing more and more fans by the minute.
Stacy, my manager, is doing all she can to keep me from quitting. I mean, why should I keep up my singing career if no one will buy my songs??? If there are no fans, there's no, well... ME!
I was sitting in the back of Starbucks, drinking my steaming coffee and hoping that no one would notice me. I had moved back to my hometown, Atlanta, Georgia, 2 months ago. I was on vacation for a while, and would be working on my new album afterwards, much to my dislike. Stacy still insisted that I act as if I didn't burn down a stadium, so that meant making music, music videos, doing interviews....etc. God, how I hate interviews nowadays! All they want to know is the entire story about New York over, and over, and over again! And truthfully, I never want to even think about that stadium ever again.
I was deep in thought when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out to find a new text from Ms. Stacy Westfall :
Stacy - Meet me in my office
I replied with :
Me - Why???
Stacy - Just go to my office, NOW
I raised my eyebrows at that last text. Whatever it is, it must be urgent.
I finished my coffee and threw the cup away, before heading out the door to my car. I hopped inside my new bright red corvette convertible, and drove off towards the recording studio and my manager's office.
---------------------
I arrived at the studio about 15 minutes later, to find that Stacy's car was already there. She had recently been on a business trip to London and must have just made it back.
I went inside, up the elevator to the 13th story, and knocked on the door labeled 'Westfall'. Stacy threw the door open and literally pulled me inside. She sat at her desk and I plopped down in one of her comfy chairs. "So... What's up?" I asked, curious. Stacy looked as if she was about to burst with excitement. "You are going to be back at the top of the charts by the end of next month!" She almost screamed it at me. "I've already signed all of the paperwork, and I've booked our flight..." She went on and on and on, while I was sitting there, trying to figure out what the heck is going on. " What do you mean 'our flight'? I'm still on vacation!" I said. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry but we are going to have to cut your break time a little short... You are moving to London tomorrow morning!" My mouth fell open. "London??? Why in the world are we moving to London???" I exclaimed. She had a guilty look on her face. "Well, I already signed the contract with Simon Cowell, saying that you will come and work with his boys..." "Boys?" I cut her off. "Yeah", she said."You'll be working with One Direction for the next 2 months!"
8/11/13