|Idol Life: Ashley White: the original
Author: flashangel PM
Basically, Ashley White is an idol, and she loves it. In the beginning, there were things she didn't understand, and she ended up getting hurt. She finds it impossible to find love anywhere, and that's because she simply doesn't believe in it.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 17 - Words: 8,941 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 03-25-13 - Published: 07-29-12 - id: 3045944
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I faced the crowd…my heart pumping. They looked at me, anticipating my every move. I opened my mouth and a voice of flowing water came out. I sang like there was no tomorrow. This was my life.
My eyes closed as I sang. My voice poured out over the crowd's ears. They listened to my pained words and tears came not much later. When I finished, I bowed and they applauded. No matter where I looked, there were mile long smiles. They wiped their tears. I waved and walked backstage. My manager slapped my back and praised me. "Another concert well done, Ashley." I smiled in pain. My manager was too aggressive, but if I didn't have him, I wouldn't be singing to the world…I wouldn't be living my dream.
"T-thanks, Aaron." I managed to say.
He nodded. "No, save your voice. We have more concerts than just today."
I rolled my eyes. He was always saying this and setting me up with random people to upgrade my popularity.
"Oof!" I was so intent on thinking, that I bumped into someone. "Sorry...Ben?" It was the first person Aaron set me up with. I agreed to the first guy, because I didn't know that everything in showbiz would be fake and without feelings. Because of him, I realized true love was false.
"Haha, It's you, Ashley. How's it going?" He said, nonchalantly. He acted as if nothing had happened between us.
I growled. "As if you care."
His eyes widened. "You're still going on about that break up?"
I glared at him. "What are you doing here?"
He looked at me. "Didn't you hear? My company moved me to yours, and so now, we're doing a tour together."
"Huh? N-no. That can't be happening. I-I'm a soloist!"
He smirked. "Not anymore you aren't."
I pouted. "You're a jerk, a heart-breaker, and all things bad."
"You never had the guts to be mean to me."
I broke away from his gaze. "I'm still a better singer than you."
"You're a weakling. You still say that after all this time?"
I turned back and glared at him. "I can hold a grudge." Then I walked to my dressing room.
I heard him mumble something, but I continued to walk away.