The Girl With Violet Eyes (TW fanfic)

The Girl With Violet Eyes

Hundreds of people. Screams. Bright lights. One microphone. One stage. Show time.

I NEVER thought that i'd be right where I am today, 2 years ago. Let me expand on this for you, Oh I'm Erica by the way, Erica Ryder. I digress, 2 years ago me and my mum were living in a run down council house, and when I say run down I mean it wasn't exactly meant for occupation. My mum worked as a waitress in a local pub, so money wasn't great and her hours were just ridiculous, as for my dad? Well he walked out on us for some big chested, bleach blond bimbo, when i was 10. Prick.

Due to the lack in funds and income i was faced with no option but to drop out of college to help mum out. I spent my days roaming the streets and public squares of London singing and strumming my old guitar, busking for extra money. Money to go on food for our mouths, money for the endless train of bills and debut. One day however changed everything.... It started just like any normal day would, i'd wake up to birds singing in the trees, laying on my double mattress - no bed just the mattress - in my room. It wasn't the most glamours and prettiest of rooms in the world of course, the patterned wallpaper was fading in places, dampness emanated form the ceiling above. I'd have a cuppa tea, some toast, get changed, do my hair etc and brush my teeth - like every other person does - before grabbing my trusty guitar, kissing my mother goodbye and set out for a day of working the concrete jungle of London.

I picked to play at Hyde park that morning, it was a hot, muggy summers day - rare in England i know - the sun was a shimmering orb of happiness sitting in the open blue sky. I had worn a pair of pale washed out denim shorts, a white floral top and a pair of baby blue converse, with my black sunglasses perched on my nose. I pinned the sides of my long strawberry blond hair back letting the rest tumble in natural curls stopping just short of my waist. I hardly ever take my sunnies off when in public.....why i hear you ask? well I don't have the common blue, green, brown, or hazel eyes, Oh no. Mine are violet. Yes violet. When i was born doctors discovered during tests that i had a mutation in my genes giving me violet eyes. Not that I'm complaining, I love them - sometimes - but i got bullied because of them, well i got bullied in general.......

"She's a freak"........"Empty headed Erica"......."There goes the circus act"......

Erm where was I? Oh yeah, I picked an empty worn out, splintering bench to sit on, placing a hat on the ground in front of me and just like always began to play. I started off with my all time favourite song ' Isn't she lovely' by the legend that is Stevie Wonder. Surely but steady a crowd began to form, few chucked change into the hat, I'd do my usual smile and nod in appreciation - nothing out of the ordinary yet - I finished the song to receive claps and cheers from the growing crowd, that day I asked them if they had any requests, seeing as they were being so generous. A male Voice with an American accent spoke up saying "Glad you came by The Wanted" however i couldn't see the face attached to the voice. Knowing the song well i began playing, telling the crowd of varying ages to join if they knew the words.....obviously they did.

"You cast a spell on me, spell on me" the crowd sang along, making me smile broadly. I loved doing this, singing for people, making people happy through music. More and more change was chucked in to the hat at my feet from different people, children sat around me smiling, swaying to the warm melodic sounds of the guitar. I played a few more songs, a couple upbeat ones to get everyone involved, and one full of emotion to show off my voice, in an attempt to gain any last coins. Once I finished I thanked the crowd as they gradually dispersed back to their original plans, I collected the money i'd earned into my pocket purse. That's when things changed. I heard someone clear their throat behind me, making me jump slightly. I slid the strap of my guitar over my head sliding it round into my back as I stood up. There stood in front of me was my ticket out of looming poverty....the person who requested that certain song.....the person I owe my success too.....

Scooter Braun....

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HEY! so i had this idea for a new fanfic, but don't worry i'm still carrying on with Collision :) please tell me what you think of this chapter? the feed back helps a lot! :D oh and hopefully as time goes on and i finish one, or both of these stories i'll do fanfic's for the other lads :) read on....Fan....Vote....Comment!! - Gem :) xx