Mitchel's POV
It was funny how not too long ago I was hurt over my feelings for my best friend and I was hung up on someone else. Now my problems seemed worse, the person my heart was set on was with someone else after telling me they had feelings for me. My ex was in jail for illegal drugs. Alexa was giving me a harder time than she was before, Jessica won't leave me alone, our performance was becoming more stressful and our fans were knit picking every little thing. We were also dealing with more hate and told we didn't deserve to be nominated for an award or to even perform but I did my best to
block that shit out.
"One, two, three." Mike yells signaling for someone to switch the lighting. It goes red and I grip the microphone in my hand. I take a deep breath and sing the first few lyrics. My brain went on auto pilot when it came to singing since I knew the lyrics like I knew the back of my hand. I let my body move and I jump around the stage like I always did. It didn't feel the same though, I wasn't in front of a couple hundred people or soon to be more than that, but my energy was low and my interest in the whole thing had dwindled.
"Stop" I hear Mike yell in frustration. The lights go back to normal and I blink a few times, breathing heavily. I look at him and he crosses his arms.
"Mitchel. Learn your lyrics." He snaps. He claps his hands together and I look at Clinton to figure out what I did wrong.
"You sang the wrong part." he mouths before the music starts again. I swallow hard and begin to sing again. The lyrics seemed more real and I did my best to hold back the pain I was feeling.
"Mitchel! What is wrong with you today?" I look up at Mike and look at everyone else.
"What did I do?" I whisper in the mic.
"You stopped singing, that's what you did." He snaps.
"Sorry" I put the mic back in the stand and look up at Mike.
"I'll repeat my question, what is wrong?" I shrug and bite my lip.
"Rough morning." I answer.
"Get off the stage and sit out"
"But I-" he puts his hand up, cutting me off. He motions for me to get off. I sigh and angrily jump off, heading backstage. I hear him give everyone else instructions but I push his voice out of my head. I grab a water from the fridge and chug it down. The ice cold water hurt going down but in a way it felt nice. I slam the bottle down and hear the door open.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Clinton asks.
"Oh, I'm peachy." I answer sarcastically. He sighs and stands across from me.
"Wanna talk?" I shrug and lean my hands against the counter. I look down and count to ten in my head.
"Mike only told you to sit out so you could collect yourself. Not that you did anything wrong." he says cautiously. I look up at him and tears brim my eyes.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Clinton asks concerned.
"Do you see this?" I ask, pointing at my face. He slowly nods his head and I aggressively grab my water bottle.
"Right. You know who caused this fucking pain?" he nods his head and I bite the inside of my cheek.
"What happened?"
"I keep giving people my heart and they keep breaking it." My breathing hitches and I bite down harder on my cheek.
"I fool around with people to avoid feeling all this pain. Getting high or drunk makes me forget it all but then I'm sober and I can't handle it, Clinton." a tear falls and my legs start to feel weak.
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All Because Of You (Manthony)
Fanfiction"You don't understand and maybe you never will. You have every piece of me; you could break me into a million pieces and I would still love you the same way I did yesterday, the day before and nothing could ever change that...but maybe that's why th...
