Independently Invisible [One Direction]

Chapter Two

“Oh good we’re both going to the train station.” Harry said changing the subject.

“Oh yay.” I replied under my breath.

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Right before I was told of the deaths my boss and school had given me an amazing offer. But I would have to cope with the loss, put it away for the sake of my career.

I could sing, but I told them it would be just as cliché as any other life. I could act but yet again where would that get me. I had about 5 options and either way I lost something. They didn’t want to waste time this needed to start as soon as possible. So we combined ideas and went through every solution possible, and it was the best this we could do.

            This trip to England would be everything I needed and everything I didn’t. I was fitted with new outfits, they wanted to create a new me but I was perfect as I am from what they were telling me. They would create the new me I couldn’t, the me in which I had only dreamed of becoming. I was the one they wanted the most, and I still don’t understand why.  I just happened to be in the right place at the right tine and by doing this everything I’d ever want would come true, but everything I never did would too. They gave me an apartment that was being moved in for me, the little I had in America, while I was away.

Management told me what they wanted.

Management told me what they needed.

Management told me I was it.

Management always had puppets, this time they were mine.

I was the one exception.

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“Aurora Gracie, Aurora Gracie White, what a pretty name….for a pretty girl. You’re probably wondering why you’re in my office? Why you aren’t in class?” I stared at the man in front of me he was pacing around his office he continued, “Aurora you are an independent photographer," 'And you've said my name to many times within a span of thirty seconds. Wow we have a lot in common.' "you have a passion for acting, you’re invisible to the world. You’re young, you’re pretty, and you’re everything anyone could ask for especially in this business. You. Are. Perfect.” He paused, he seemed to be thinking. “Can you sing?” I almost laughed.

“Well we can all sing.” I said.

“But well?” He had a point.

“I wouldn’t know. We all tend to think different about ourselves, even the most confident and conceited people.”

“Show me.”

“Well, what should I sing?”

“Pick, anything.”

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That day seemed to have gone by faster than any other I had overcome in my life. The few days that followed seemed to go even faster than that. I was paraded with clothes, makeup, practice, meeting managers, pampered unlike any other. And although it did make things just a bit easier it was hard to comprehend it all in one sitting, even three. But I coped, made deals saying I would be me no other exception it’s not like they could threaten me.

“So how do you do your makeup dear?” The makeup artist asked, looking at me through the mirror.

“Uh like this..” I pointed to my face. I wasn’t a big fan of makeup. A lot of the time I went without any but when I did wear makeup it was mascara and some bright pink blush to define my cheeks. She gave me a weird look before nodding and turning my chair around to face her.

“Let me try something, we have an hour to experiment, that’s like forever in the land of makeup.” She laughed. As the hour passed I learned her name was Ellie she was 21 and her situation was close to mine. She was born and raised in London but when she was 17 she moved here to get a change in scenery, okay it wasn’t that similar to mine. I told her about why I wasn’t in England, what I loved to do how I took pictures of everything and had a blog of pictures. I told her how I documented what I thought were major points in my life with my prized Polaroid camera.