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Chaos In The Order by Emilyinlove
Chapter 25 : Fame
 
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Disclaimer:I don't own J.K. Rowling, or anything to do with the Harry Potter books, series, characters or movies. I just wish. But don't we all?

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry Ihaven't updated lately. I know Isaid I would do a chapter a day, but that didn't really work out...I can try doing that until the end of the summer, but once Iget back to school ins September, I have a lot of other things to focus on and will have to post whenever I can. I think I should also mention that I am now of age in the Wizarding World, and that my older sister (who I'm not too fond of) actually got me a great present! Can you guess what?A Time Turner! Ihonestly almost started to cry and I plan on wearing it everywhere :) I'm a nerd like that. And if you haven't already, check out my homepage for these stories on my author's page and leave me a comment! Anyways, read on and review!

Chapter Twenty-Five: Fame




I could feel myself start to hyperventilate on the car ride to the theatre. Hundreds upon hundreds of people would be in the audience and millions more would be watching me on national and international television.

"Mom, we have to turn the car around - I can't do this!" I yelled hysterically, trying to find a way out of the car. I saw my mom roll her eyes at me in the rearview mirror. "Mom, I'm serious! I'm going to pass out on stage or even worse! I could puke on everyone!"

"No you won't, you'll be fine," my mother said blandly as if she dealt with this everyday. Well she didn't.

"Em, you'll be great - you always are," Harry said from beside me as I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself down. "This is what you've always wanted - you can't back out of it now."

"You're right," I sighed, leaning my head back and staring at the car's ceiling. After a silent car ride, we arrived at the large theatre where we would be doing a run-through today. We pulled up right by the entrance and Harry got out before opening my door for me like a perfect gentleman. "Why thank you," I said, smiling at him as I pulled my guitar cases out of the car. He snaked an arm around my waist as I said goodbye to my mom and she drove off. We walked inside to find ourselves in a large lobby before walking into the theatre.

The stage itself was huge, and above it were lights and catwalks. There was a big screen at the back of the stage, and a tall platform with a large set of stairs on either side. On each side, the platform went higher into a tall platform that on one side had a white grand piano, and on the other side was a drum set and other instruments for accompaniment. There was a ramp down to a lower stage and another leading onto the main stage. There was a catwalk going down through the audience that branched off into two other catwalks halfway through it.

There were video cameras set up all over the place and fences about a foot from where any stars would be to keep the fans from jumping on the stage. There was so much room in the audience - it fanned out from the ground up into rows upon rows of seats.

"Emily!" someone called, breaking me out of my reverie. I looked up to see Derek, my manager, walking down the catwalk to get as close to us as he could. "There's a backstage door if you walk out and turn the corner - right at the end of the hall."

"Okay," I said, taking his directions. I found myself in the huge backstage area that was similar to the contest last year but it was so much bigger, and all the celebrity performers were chatting to each other.

"Welcome everyone. Now that we're all here, we can begin," Derek said, sending me a sly smile that I could only blush in response to. He waved his wand and a stack of paper started handing itself out of everyone. I got a copy and quickly looked over it as Derek started to talk again. "This is a very important piece of paper - it's the order you will all be performing in. Emily, you'll be opening and closing the show, so you'll need to have something to say to open the concert and close it. You'll all be performing more than once, so you need to be able to change into your costumes as soon as possible, and your make-up and hair must be done quickly too. So everyone, let's get this rehearsal started."

The rehearsal went on all day. We went through everyone's songs at least four times to get all of the lighting, sound and choreography right. It was the first time any of us have worked on this stage and with these back-up dancers, singers and band so it got a bit frustrating at times.

We were all told that for the next day we need to make sure that we were there early so we could be ready as fast as we could. I got there and walking into the backstage door, planting myself in my chair (that even have my name on it) and looking into the mirror in front of me.

"Emily!" Derek called, coming over to where I was sitting. "Are you ready for tonight?"

"If by 'ready' you mean 'about to faint', then yes, I'm ready," I said, smiling at him. He just shook his head at me.

"Well would this make you feel any better?" he asked, whipping something out of his pocket. He handed it to me and I screamed in shock and delight. In my hands was my debut album, a close-up of me smiling, my hair blowing in the wind and my hands caught in it. And right beside it was my name and the whole thing looked amazing. "It's the first copy. It's going on sale internationally at midnight, and in the lobby after the concert tonight where you - my dear girl - will be signing autographs and copies for your fans."

"This is so cool!" I exclaimed happily, opening it up and pulling out the cover and lyrics book. It was all in my own writing and had the most gorgeous pictures of me in it with the lyrics.

"And it's all yours. If tonight goes as planned, which I'm sure it will, this could be your big break. Wait - not could - will be your big break," Derek said and I couldn't help but let a smile come over my face. "Now, let's get you changed and start your hair and make-up."

I went into the changing room with a black dress bag and when I had taken off my clothes, I caught my reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye. I saw the white bandages covering up my stitches and let out a heavy sigh.

I couldn't take the bandages off until after the show, and I had to be extra careful not to get any water on the stitches. And after they were all healed and the stitches were taken out, I'd have a nice big scar as a souvenir. Great.

I pulled on the dress which was wine colored, strapless and had a sweetheart neckline. The skirt was ruffled and fell to the floor in a train. I looked in the mirror and it all looked amazing, even if you could still see some of the scars on my shoulders and my upper chest. I knew there would definitely be some questions about that.

I walked out and was immediately taken to hair and make-up where they covered up the scars and started on my regal hairstyle which was in soft curls and had a garnet barrette pinning it back on one side. The make-up was wine red at the sides of my eyelids and slowly faded into white, along with black mascara and black eyeliner around my eyes. I also had on some light blue and dark, win colored lipstick.

About an hour later, ten minutes before the show was due to start, the choreographer was running through everything with me. "When you go on, make sure you do the key moves. Walking behind the piano and then the twirl in the fog. Got it?"

"Yeah," I said, taking deep breaths. The lights went out and I snapped my fingers, Apparating myself over to the piano and getting into my opening position. The microphone was clipped to the top of my dress before the lights went up, a single spotlight on me.

The piano player started playing the slow song and I started singing along. Closer to the end of the chorus I slowly slid off from the piano and walked around the back of it as the music changed to a fast beat. As I did this, my outfit changed to a white muscle top, dark jeans, red high heels, a dark blue jacket with white stripes down the side, and a red hair. It had a really funky beat and I strutted down the stairs. As the song changed and smoke started encircling me, I twirled and my hair went back to its curls but in an updo with lots of loose tendrils falling in my face. My outfit also changed to a short, light pink dress with spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline and an empire waist along with a pair of matching ballet flats. The music started fading out and I brought the microphone to my lips once more.

"Welcome to the first ever World Music Festival!" I said and the crowd started cheering before I had even finished talking. A smile creeped onto my face as the lights went out and I Apparated off stage.

The show was going swimmingly. I had performed so many times that the rushing backstage to get my hair and make-up re-done wasn't surprising anymore - it was more routine than anything now. We had a fifteen minute intermission where all of us could rest, practice some more, and anyone with a backstage pass or a V.I.P. pass could backstage.

I was in my next costume - my ringleader one - and was standing in the dance studio backstage with my dancers, running over the dance we'd be doing as soon as the intermission ended. The choreographer was in the room as well, watching to make sure we got it right because this act involved all sorts of acrobatics and stunts.

We were dancing in front of the large mirror to the music when I saw that Harry was standing in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. More specifically, all of my favorites: lilies, hydrangeas, orchids, carnations, daffodils and roses. Weird, I know, but I loved them all so much that I could never choose just one. I signaled to stop it for a minute while I greeted him.

"Hey!" I said happily, wrapping my arms around him.

"You are doing fantastic," he told me, kissing me on the cheek. "It looks like you've been doing this for years."

"Oh good, I'm always so afraid I'm going to mess up, but then I get on stage and it's like my body and my voice knows what to do," I said and he laughed.

"Well, you're doing amazing," he said, kissing me and I smiled. "But I have to go now to make sure I get my spot again."

"Okay, I'll see you later," I said before he left again. We got the signal to go onstage and we all Apparated into our spots. When the lights went up, we started performing again with my main dancers behind me and the acrobats doing their own thing.

The show ended on a great note, and when I walked into the lobby, I was ambushed by fans and two bodyguards had to step in. I sat down at the table arranged for autographs and pictures with a bodyguard on either side of me.

So many people were lined up and my hand was getting sore, as was my face from smiling in so many pictures. Soon, Derek stepped out, looking extremely happy.

"You did it, Emily, you'll hear from us very soon," Derek said, winking and I felt like standing up and screaming in joy because I was now signed to a record label - my dream come true.


A/N:Ido NOT like this new editor. It's not letting me do my normal formatting (like centering my titled and my image, grrr).




Next time on "Chaos in the Order"

I woke up to look beside me and find a single red rose on my pillow, with a note attached that red "Good Morning, Sunshine. This is just the first part of your present today. So have a great morning and meet me down in the common room as soon as your ready. Love you."



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