All Girl or Nothing (Part 5) [The Finale]

Thank you for reading and supporting AGoN over the last two years. It has been a slow process in reaching this stage but none the less it has become my most popular entry here.

I would love to write something similar but in a new found style sometime in the near future, so please watch this space and thanks again!

Graeme sat with his head buried deeply in his hands. Beside him sat his elderly, not darling elderly — frightening elderly, agent Mrs. Patterson. During his short time under her guidance, Graeme had always wondered who on earth would marry such a revolting old hag but had to cut her some slack; after all here he was about to sign a deal to support his hero on tour!
There was one little problem, though...

Melissa Tate opened the door and poked around to the seating area outside of her office, “Graeme Pearce?” she gestured him and his agent in through her grand mahogany door with an unnerving smirk cornered on her mouth.

'Of all the agents in the world?' Graeme thought angrily, 'Scorcher's just had to be her.'

Scorcher, himself, was sat in the corner of the magnificent office which was infused with colour thanks to a large window spanning the length of the back wall. Yet, the darkness seemed to have followed him there due to his blackened apparel.
Graeme once again began to wonder whether he'd ever go for such a look but his thoughts were soon interrupted by the menacing laughter of Mrs. Tate.

“So little Graeme wants to help out one of my clients?” She continued to laugh moderately but in a patronising manner. “Give me one good reason why I should hook you up with Scorcher here and not send you straight to Juvie!”

Graeme stuttered.

“Excuse me!” Mrs. Patterson was enraged, “Is there some past between you and my client that I don't know about?”

Melissa smiled ironically, “Look, you wrinkly old biddy, if by some divine miracle I choose to accept this piece of shit, you will lose all his assets to me. And if I do choose to send him to where he belongs, you will also be losing him. So I advise you get the fuck out of my office!”

Mrs. Patterson looked utterly disgusted but knew she couldn't argue with the might of Melissa Tate. Graeme couldn't help but feel sorry for her as she trotted out of the room, but knew his priorities rested with himself and getting out of trouble.

Melissa raised one hand from her desk, “Okay, so, amaze me. Why should I sign you on?”

Graeme shuffled his legs from side to side as if he needed the toilet, how could he convince such an intimidating woman who loathed him so that he was a worthwhile investment?
“Look,” he started, “I know I wronged...”

“My daughter!” She interrupted.

“Your-?” Graeme shook his head, forgetting that she had adopted his old friend. “Yeah... I know I wronged Charlie...”

“Charlotte!” She butted in yet again.

“Yeah, sure. But I want to make it up to her, you see I've always liked him and when he became a her... and well, began to enjoy it... I guess I began to love him. I just managed to fuck it all up, it's like I was scared or something...”

“Scared of what?” A hint of sympathy could be detected in the middle-aged woman's voice.

“Scared of how big she's become. I mean, I don't deserve her... after all she's done for me...” Graeme looked down to his feet solemnly.

Melissa tapped her desk in deep consideration for a few second before finally offering him a shrug, “Hey, you were young and a little foolish I guess. But look at you now; a little ways down the line and you are finally a man — heck, I should be sending you to big boy jail huh?”

Graeme looked up and copied her weak smile.

“But she's a woman now, and believe it or not she'll be harder to convince than me.”

Graeme nodded, grateful that he might be getting a second chance. “So what can I do to win her over?”

Melissa leaned back on her chair and looked over at Scorcher, “I'll tell you what, I have an idea and if you can pull it off — you can support old king of darkness here on tour.”

Scorcher nodded at Graeme and he did likewise after being launched to the edge of his seat just at the thought of supporting him as well as winning back Charlotte.

Melissa continued, “Hopefully with you out of the picture that'll get to stop Jenkins with his creepy flirting with her. Actually, you know what, I'm gonna fire his sorry ass!” She threw herself up off her chair and began pacing back and forth across the room; from the golden framed picture of a boat to the head of a moose. “And if you can win her back, you can be her new assistant until you get big yourself!”

Graeme jumped up from his seat and almost felt like hugging the woman who was so recently an enemy. “I... I... thank you!”

Melissa grabbed the young man by both hands and stood parallel to him. “I'm sorry for everything that has happened between us and I want to say I'm a better person now. I came here asking for your apology but really it is me who should be apologising, I have torn you apart and for that I am so very sorry.” She proceeded to wrap herself around Graeme, who could only stand in awe with his hands dangling to his sides.
“Now,” she pulled herself off of him slightly but kept at eye-level and with her hands on his hips “let's go win back your girl!”

Charlotte was on stage, it was a low key gig in a small club. She enjoyed the change, as she was often intimidated by larger crowds. A long gown draped down her body and meeting the roar of the guests was ready to begin the show.

“Stop the music!” A familiar voice stepped out of the shadows and a spotlight followed them on to the stage. They wore a yellow leotard, the same as she had worn as her first appearance as Charlotte.

Charlotte was gob-smacked as she looked up from the intruder's dazzling legs, surprisingly curvy hips and prominent breasts to meet the luring gaze of their eyes. She felt a recognizable anger flow through her as she looked at the brunette's face.

Graeme pushed his extensions behind his ears and dropped to his knees. He took a deep breath and began his thoroughly prepared speech, “I kneel here in not only forgiveness but also out of love. Love that can make someone do stupid things, love that can be confused with fear. I kneel here accepting that this is what I want,” Graeme pointed between himself and the overwhelmed Charlotte. “As a woman to another woman, I ask you not to love me back, but to take me back and to give me another chance.”

He raised himself from the ground and took Charlotte's hand, “So... what do you say?”

The crowd which, like Charlotte, had fallen silent gradually started to chant, “Kiss her! Kiss her!”

Charlotte turned to them in shock and then back to Graeme, who was biting his newly glistening bottom lip in anticipation.
She stepped back slightly and began playing with her hands a little before lunging on her old friend, their lips met for what seemed like an eternity as the crowd applauded in delight. By this point, Charlotte was now laying on top of Graeme and after releasing herself from his mouth whispered into his ear, “Yes, I'll take you back, Graeme.”

“Actually,” He fluttered his eyelashes, “It's Emma now.”