Brushes flew all over my face as I redid myself for my performance in less than thirty minutes. I was the only artist in the building without a label or backup and that was because Fred Orchard didn't want me here.
He had threatened to ruin me even more if I dared perform, but this was my only ticket to stardom. This was the only way for me to rise back up again and it seems like he knew.
He had even threatened to release my sex tape with the unknown man if I didn't do his bidding.
For tonight, I was to be Rae's backup singer because unfortunately, her voice was cracked. While she was present on stage, I would perform from behind, but all accolades would go to her. I would be the songwriter and her voice, in exchange for my nude video being intact.
At this point, I wondered how she pushed through every live performance.
I obviously declined Fred's order as the stubborn woman I am without any backup plan. I had even dared him to release them.
I had been through this in the past. Even though my sex tape was released online, for some reason it kept disappearing, and everyone who dared post it was never to be seen or heard from again.
A lot of people lost their accounts and the news about me being the one even though my face was hidden was debunked in less than a day by someone I had no idea about.
Someone had fought for me and back then, I thought it was Fred because he took the glory for it. I thanked him multiple times and did whatever he had asked of me.
For women, your sex tape being displayed on the net was the biggest humiliation, while men were always praised for it.
You'd ways hear words like, 'Oh my gawd he's huge'
Hypocrites! I tell ya!
"You're on in like 20 minutes Miss Maeve. Are you sure you want to go through with this? Mr Orchard didn't seem to be joking when he said he'd ruin you." I smiled.
I already know the outcome of everything which is why I wasn't moved by his empty threats. This time, I had practiced different songs from my past life, there's no way Ama was going to steal them.
The notes were hard and only my voice could reach such notes.
"I'm not going back from this Becky. Always remember, any press, is good press." I said.
"Even though I have zero fans at the moment, I'm going to earn a lot today. I need to build my fanbase again, that's all an artist ever needs." I added.
Once I was done with the makeup, I stood before the dressing mirror, arranging my dress. The blue dress hugged my body not too tightly, as it expressed my curves in the right places.
Even I knew I looked so beautiful. My hair was tied into a ponytail with a blue ribbon wrapped around it. I wore my jewelry, just simple fake diamonds since I didn't have the money for new diamonds yet.
"You look breathtakingly ready. Now it's time to hypnotize them with your voice and songs." I smiled at Becky's words.
Almost immediately, Mirabelle and Ama arrived in the dressing room.
"Maeve, we came to wish you good luck before your performance tonight," Mirabelle said as she had done in the past.
Back then, I had thought they were just two innocent girls who had my interest at heart. Both girls looked beautiful in the dresses they wore.
"Good luck Maeve, you'll need it," Ama said and I nodded.
"Thank you."
"We'll be in the crowd cheering you on. Do not fail us tonight." Ama said.
"Yes, put that bitch in her place." Mirabelle raised one hand and I wondered if she truly knew Ama was my rival. Did my sister only hate me because of Fred?
What would she do when she finds out the girl beside her was secretly fucking Fred too?
I knew it in the past because I had caught them many times and the rumors around the label about Fred Orchard's closeness with the new girl spread like wildfire.
Many shipped them already even though they knew I was married to him. Every day I cried, but never once did I question him.
I was foolish back then. So foolish.
"Alright." I smiled. "Thanks for coming you two. You've both made my night." I smiled sweetly.
There was no need to show them how I felt yet. I still had a lot of secrets to uncover and get my revenge on them all.
"It's nothing." We hugged each other and I watched them both run away.
"That double-faced bitch! The nerve to act this way around you knowing she's your rival." Becky said with a frown.
"No need to cuss her out Beck's, she's already cursed," I said.
"Her end will be brutal. I will humiliate her so bad she'd not know what hit her." I said calmly.
"Come let's go so that you're not late for the competition," Becky said as we both hurried out of the dressing room and into the green room where other contestants stayed. Each person sat with their managers and assistant and I had just Becky by my side.
Noises suddenly erupted from the halls and the next moment a girl walked into the room in a red dress.
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Author's POV...
"I've been waiting here for more than an hour now, are you sure the invitation was sent?" Clayton checked his wrist watch, his finger tapping gently on the table.
"I'm sorry sir, Miss Maeve is at a competition tonight."
"What competition?" He asked in annoyance.
He had spent the week preparing for what he thought was a special dinner only for his fiancée to be at another event.
This stupid assistant of his. How did he not know she would be at another event today?
"It's Velmora's biggest singing competition for newer artist to display their talent and be the next rising star. It turns out your fiancé will be performing tonight."
"Send me the address then. I want to see her perform."