All Girl or Nothing
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Charlie just wanted to get into a music festival.
But when his best friend manages to persuade him into sneaking in, he gets a whole lot more than he expected....
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All Girl or Nothing (Part 1)
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Charlie just wanted to get into a music festival.
But when his best friend manages to persuade him into sneaking in, he gets a whole lot more than he expected....
“Dude there's gotta be a way we can get in.”
“Look, we didn't get tickets, and there's too much security for us to just sneak in. Let's just face it, we're never gonna get to see a music festival.”
It was the biggest annual music festival in the country; 'T In The Park', and every year Graeme and Charlie missed out.
Graeme and Charlie were both 15 and it's safe to say that they were never the 'coolest' kids in school. They had been friends for little over a year, they didn't have the whole — 'oh yeah we've been best friends ever since we were babies' thing going on, as Charlie had only moved to Scotland last spring, but they did everything together.
And there was nothing they loved more than music. They had always dreamt of becoming famous musicians and what not, but just didn't have the courage to perform all the songs they had written to anyone, not even their own families.
Graeme played the piano, whilst Charlie sang.
“Oh dude! I've got a plan!” exclaimed Graeme.
Every year Graeme came up with a new plan that always failed dramatically, and frequently got them in trouble.
“What is it this time?” Charlie rolled his eyes.
“We sneak into one of the tour buses, ya know, with the band and that.”
“Dude, we can't just walk on to a tour bus!”
“Oh yeah, right....” Graeme sighed “I guess we better go home then.”
Charlie put his arm around Graeme's shoulder, “It's alright mate, maybe next year aye?”
“Yeah I guess.... Oh my god! Dude! That tour bus has got no one in it, we can sneak on and see if it'll get us in?”
“What? No! We'll get caught.”
Graeme shook his head at his friend, never had Charlie been a risk taker and it was always up to Graeme to provide the adventure. “Look, Charlie, i'm going on that bus with or without you.”
Charlie faked a laugh, “Pfft, sure ya will.”
And with that, Graeme dashed on to the bus.
“Woah! Graeme? What are you...”
But Graeme was already deep in the bus.
Charlie looked both ways before following his friend onto the vehicle, he was praying in his head; “Please don't let us get caught, please, please, pleeeease!”
“Psssst Graeme, where are you hiding?”
“Under the bath, only room for one, go find yourself another place!”
“This place has a bath?”
“Yeah man, it's proper fancy in here.”
“Woah nice, i'm gonna hide in one of these cupboards in the kitchen area, good luck G!
“You too man! See you inside, hopefully.”
They both laughed. But deep down, they were nothing but apprehensive.
It was nearly an hour before Charlie could hear people getting on to the bus, one female and one male, he listened in to their conversation....
“What time am I on?”
“You are.... on at 6.”
“Good, what about my band?”
“Your band?”
“Jenkins you idiot!” Charlie could hear something being thrown, presumably at, who he could only assume to be this woman's assistant, “The girl band that I manage, what time are they on!?”
“Oh right ummmm sorry, Melissa, they're on at 10.”
“No way”, Charlie thought to himself, “It can't be.... popular singer/songwriter Melissa Tate? Am I on the same bus as Melissa freakin' Tate?” He discouraged himself from screaming in excitement and carried on listening in.
“Very good, now run along Jenkins, i'm going to take a bath before I get ready for my performance.”
“Very good ma'am.”
Charlie was fantasising about Melissa, naked in the bath tub until reality caught up with him.
“Oh s**t! Graeme's in there!” he whispered to himself, begging that it wasn't loud enough for Melissa to hear, luckily it wasn't.
He quickly pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and speed texted Graeme a warning, praying that it would get to him in time. But just when he pressed 'SEND', reality caught up with him again, Graeme's phone didn't have a silent setting.
“Oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t! Please let his phone be switched off, please let his...”
And then he heard the all too familiar sound of Graeme's phone ringing.
Charlie cringed, his best friend was doomed and it was all his fault. All he could do was attempt to listen into what was going on.
“What's that sound? …..... Is it.... is it coming from underneath my bath tub? …...... Jenkins! Call security!”
Next, Charlie could hear a scream, then the cries of “Perve! Perve under my bathtub! Security!”
Charlie heard nothing more as he passed out, which he frequently did in such situations.
He awoke what turned out to be an hour later, still hidden in the cupboard, he was thanking the heavens that he hadn't fallen out when he overheard some more shouting.
“Great! First I find some pervert in my bathroom, and now this!”
“I'm sorry Mrs. Tate....”
“Well there's no use in being sorry Jenkins, if my band can't perform today then they're screwed, they'll be the laughing stock of the whole festival, no the WHOLE COUNTRY!”
“Well if Miss Rachel doesn't want to be part of the group any more, you can't force her to be.”
“Yes, I guess not Jenkins. Right, I have to go perform now, in the mean time find me a girl to replace Rachel!”
“What just any odd girl?”
“NO!” Charlie could hear something being thrown again “Not just any girl Jenkins, one who can sing well and knows ALL the words to ALL the songs!”
“Yes ma'am.”
“Good. Now don't let me down Jenkins, or else your job will be on the line too!”
“Yes ma'am.”
Charlie waited until he was sure Jenkins had scurried off, before leaving the cupboard.
“Graeme?” he said softly.
No response.
After searching the entire bus, Charlie eventually gave up and decided to leave, little did he know Jenkins was just outside....
“Considering this is a music festival, there are basically no girls who can sing, and if they can they don't know the freakin' words!” Jenkins was mumbling to himself. “Gotta find a girl though, I can't lose this job, I have 4 mouths to feed at home and HEY! Who are you?”
Jenkins had just boarded the bus to find Charlie peeking into a closet.
“I....I....I....” Charlie couldn't put a sentence together.
“SECUTIRY!” yelled Jenkins, “Oh you're gonna be in deep trouble for this, just like that boy we found earlier, you're gonna get banned from every festival in the country, heck you might even get a bit of Juvey, Mrs. Tate knows how to pull a few strings with the law as well as her guitar you know!”
“No, please no!” Charlie was in tears “I.... I can help you find a girl to replace Rachel! I know all the words to All Girl's songs, and i'm a very good teacher. I.....I can teach them to any good singers you find!”
“What did you just say?” Jenkins raised an eyebrow.
“I can teach them, the lyrics, to any good singers you find?”
“No before that....”
“I.....I know all the words to their songs?”
“Oh really?” Jenkins grinned “This gives me a much better idea.”
“Right Jenkins, All Girl are up in 15 minutes, have you found me a girl?”
“Yes ma'am”
“Can she sing? Does she know the lyrics? Where is she?”
“I'll just go get her for you” Jenkins stepped into one of the dressing rooms and back out again, pulling the arm of a young blonde girl wearing a yellow one-piece.
“Mrs. Tate, this is Charlotte, the newest edition to All Girl.”
Melissa scanned the girl from her long legs, her modest breasts, up to her pretty face.
“She's perfect. Good job Jenkins. Now you better just pray she can sing well enough.” And with that, Melissa trotted off into her dressing room.
Jenkins turned to the girl, “Alright, you better not mess this up or else you're going straight to Juvey.”
Charlotte nodded, trying to keep tears from falling, she didn't want to have to redo her eye makeup again.
Jenkins was giving her a final inspection, “Ok your fake breasts look like they're going to stay in place, your little friend looks well hidden, and you just look stunning in that one-piece Charlie, I mean Charlotte.” Jenkins winked.
Charlotte simply nodded again.
“OI! You're going to have to say something ya know, I want to hear whether those experimental pills changed your voice or not!”
Charlotte spoke in a shy, yet obviously feminine voice; “Sorry Mr Jenkins.”
“Atta girl! Now get out there and save you and your buddy from being put behind bars!”
Charlotte walked to backstage, where she met up with the other 2 members of the group, they started rehearsing lines together before they were ushered on stage by a man with a clipboard, who struggled to keep his eyes off of their legs and breats.
Wearing matching one-pieces, in pink, green and yellow, All Girl strutted onto the stage to a roar from the crowd.
The group's most senior member; Mary, introduced the audience to the bands newest member; Charlotte before the girl in green told them that this was the first time she had performed with them and that she was to become a permanent edition to the group.
The news was welcomed with applause, and wolf whistles from the men.
The music started, and the girls raised their microphones to their mouths, ready to sing their hearts out.
Charlie never had the courage to sing in front of anyone before, but that was all about to change for her, whether she liked it or not.
All Girl or Nothing (Part 2)
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Charlie just hadn't been the same since that fateful afternoon at T In The Park.
And Graeme could do nothing to help, despite trying to squeeze the story out of his friend all summer.
"Dude, are you ever going to tell me how you got us out of having to go to Juvey?"
"No."
"Why not!?"
"Look, I saved you from having your life fucked up, surely that should've been enough!"
Charlie just hadn't been the same since that fateful afternoon at T In The Park.
And Graeme could do nothing to help, despite trying to squeeze the story out of his friend all summer.
"Look, buddy.." Graeme leaned over to his friend, who was sat on the edge of his bed, "if you ever wanna talk about... well, anything, just say the word, ok?"
"I think you should go." Charlie was blunt, as he had been all summer.
"Ok, seeya tomorrow... maybe?"
Later that evening....
NEXT UP ON MTV, HIGHLIGHTS OF THIS YEARS T IN THE PARK!
Graeme turned towards his television with a mouth full of noodles, "Arr sweet I've been meaning to watch this!" he blurted to himself, and so cranked up the volume.
YES IT WAS A BIG ONE THIS YEAR! WITH MELISSA TATE TAKING CENTER STAGE, AND SHINING LIKE SHE ALWAYS DOES!
MMMMHMM! BUT THE ACT THAT REALLY STOLE THE SHOW WAS TATE'S VERY OWN PRODIGIES - ALL GIRL!
"Awesome! Those girls are damn hot!" Graeme grinned, with his eyes fixed to the monitor.
ALTHOUGH THE GROUP HAD TO MAKE A DRASTIC LAST MINUTE CHANGE, AFTER RACHEL LEFT THE 3-PIECE, THEY STILL MANAGED TO PULL THROUGH WITH THE WELCOMING OF NEW GIRL - CHARLOTTE!
A VERY BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY INDEED, BUT WITHOUT ANY FURTHER ADIEU HERE ARE ALL GIRL - LIVE FROM T IN THE PARK 2011!
"Oh mama! Those girls are-" Graeme froze.
"No way...." he moved right up close to the screen.
"No fucking way!"
Graeme watched as All Girl performed hit after hit with utter perfection, he stayed mesmerized by Charlotte's every move or action.
When the girls left the stage, he stood in silence for a moment, listening to the roaring crowd.
"My best friend... is.... in a Girl Band!?"
The next day....
Graeme strolled into Charlie's room, "Hey, what's up man?"
Charlie sighed, "How did you get in my house?"
"Your mum let me in man, no biggy!"
"For god's sake! MUUUUM!"
"She's gone out for groceries."
"How do you know that?"
"She told me, DUDE stop being so on edge!"
"Hmmmm"
"Plus, with her out the picture, this gives me the perfect opportunity to cheer you up!"
Charlie sighed again, for perhaps the millionth time that week, "Go on then...."
Graeme proceeded to put a DVD into Charlie's player. "Dude you're gonna love this, these girls are.... well, I'll let you see for yourself.." Graeme leaped onto his friend's bed, and put an arm around his shoulder.
"Ok, what is this?"
"The highlights from T In The Park." Grame managed to contain his laughter.
"Oh...." Charlie was sweating buckets, had his friend found what he-
And there it was, on the screen before him....
Charlie laid back on his bed with his hands covering his face with a laughing Graeme looking over him.
"Hahaha! They're well fit aren't they? Ooooh I'd like to stick my cock in that Charlotte bird." Graeme winked.
"JUST FUCK OFF YOU DICK!" Charlie was in tears.
"Dude, what were you doing on stage, in a fucking girl band?" Graeme too was now in tears, through laughing too much at his friend's expense.
"It was the only way to stop us both going to Juvey, ok!?"
Graeme's face turned serious. "You mean...?"
"Yes. That was how I got us out of going to Juvey."
"Woah dude I.... had no idea.. I, I'm sorry..."
"Just go." Charlie turned over, weeping into his pillow.
Graeme backed out of the room without any further comments.
If only he knew, that wasn't all Charlotte got up to that summer....
All Girl or Nothing (Part 3)
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Charlie/Charlotte's story continues as Graeme finds himself being dragged deeper into his friend's mess.
If you haven't been following AGoN, feel free to jump on board, it shouldn't take you long to read the first two parts and catch up!
"Hey."
"Hey." Charlie repeated back to his friend stood in the doorway.
"Thanks for calling me over man, I've been missing you."
Charlie forced a smile, "Missed you too buddy."
Graeme patted his friend on the back, "Let's just move on from all this shit yeah?"
"No."
"Wait.." Graeme removed his hand and scratched his head, "I thought that's what you wanted, why are you saying no now?"
"Because I'm on stage in 72 hours."
Graeme laughed awkwardly, "You... ha you what?"
Charlie breathed heavily as he looked down to his ankles, hairless but hidden by his baggy jeans, "I've been touring with All Girl for the last 6 months."
"SIX MONTHS? Wait, you've been going on stage in drag since July?!!"
"Yes.."
"Well why the hell am I just hearing about this now? And what the hell dude are you like a fucking tranny now or something?"
"It's what has been keeping us out of Juvey REMEMBER!?" Charlie snarled at the confused Graeme.
"But... oh. Oh I see. Well..." Graeme shrugged, "Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because tonight is my final performance, Melissa said she'd allow me to leave after this big award ceremony thingy we're performing at on Sunday."
"Wait... you're not talking about the Grammys are you?" Graeme scoffed.
Charlie blushed, "Yeah. We're nominated for best newcomer."
Graeme stared blankly at what anyone could easily call an average looking teenage boy; "Ho-ly-shit."
"And I need you to come with me."
"You mean?"
Charlie nodded.
"I'm going to the freaking Grammys!?"
Charlie giggled and continued to nod frantically, "Yes. Yes we are! But under one condition..."
"Anything! Whatever it takes!"
"Oh, hello Charlotte." Melissa looked up from her various magazines and papers and smiled at the young girl.
"Hello Mrs. Tate." Charlotte spoke softly as she smiled politely back at her manager.
"And who's this?" Melissa leaned sideways on her chair and glanced around the corner at a cowering Graeme.
Charlotte grabbed his hand and pulled him next to her. "This is Graeme, my ummm... boyfriend."
Graeme winced.
"Oh perfect! Yes this will provide the excellent media coverage and redcarpet photo opps you require..."
"To leave the band." Charlotte added.
Melissa sighed, "Yes, yes, yes, if that's what you wish... If all goes well you may leave the band..."
"Thankyou." Charlotte said as she slowly backed out of the office, still holding the hand of her supposed 'boyfriend'.
Melissa waited until the couple had turned the corner before mumbling to herself, "...and pursue your solo career."
As the pair walked down a long corridor, Graeme looked down at their connected hands in disbelief, "I really can't believe that's yours Charlie."
Charlotte immediately pulled hers away and used it to wipe the blonde hair away from her eyes.
"Their just so... feminine." Graeme continued.
"Yeah well, that's what happens when you use nail poli- OH, HI MR JENKINS!"
Jenkins turned on his heel to face the two teens, "Hello Miss Charlotte, Master Graeme. You best get a move on, it would be a tragedy if you were to miss your flight."
"Yes you're right!" Charlotte nodded as she took back hold of Graeme's hand.
"You have a limo waiting out front to take you to the airport."
"Wow!" Graeme interrupted.
"Yes..." Jenkins snarled at the boy before turning back to Charlotte, "Have a safe journey."
"Thankyou Jenkins, buh bye!" Charlotte waved giddily as she ran down the remaining length of the corridor, towing behind her a dopey Graeme.
Jenkins watched her leave in awe, "Yes, goodbye... my love."
All Girl or Nothing (Part 4)
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So here it is, the long awaited 4th installment - can you believe its been almost a year?!
After facing writer's block and controversy, I had to wait until I knew what was right to take this story forward. I hope this pleases everyone! Thanks for waiting, reading and supporting!
“I still remember your face,
Before it changed,
Before we went our separate ways,
I still remember the taste,
Of your lips on mine,
So why the hell did I leave you behind?
YEAH!”
Pearce began strumming his guitar furiously as the low-key crowd went wild in approval.
“Thankyou, thankyou!” He spoke as his performance came to a close, “I'll be here all week.”
Pearce smiled as he clambered off the stage and headed towards his dressing room, when he was on stage it was like all his problems just disappeared.
His dressing room was different, however. It gave him time to think. Think about what he gave up, and what could have been.
“Mr. Pearce?” He was gladly interrupted by the owner of the bar, “Your agent's on the phone for you.”
“Thanks Bridget.” Pearce forced a smile as he grabbed the phone, “Let's see what she wants this time...”
“How is my favourite client doing?” A gritty, forcibly friendly voice boomed into his ear.
“Not too bad, Mrs. Patterson. The crowd seemed to like it.”
“Good, good... look, I have some exciting news!”
Pearce learned forward on to the edge of his seat, “Gosh, what is it?”
“A big opportunity is what it is! I've got you a meeting with Scorcher himself!”
“THE Scorcher?!” Pearce gasped. Scorcher was the modern day god of rock 'n' roll and one of Pearce's greatest influences and childhood heroes, he had always dreamed of meeting him.
“Yes. 'THE' Scorcher. He wants to meet you at that nasty bar you're always performing at to discuss the possiblity of supporting him when he goes on tour next month.”
“Wow! Mrs. Patterson, that's fantastic!” Pearce exclaimed.
“Yeah. But you better not mess it up kid, or else I'm dropping you in an instant!”
Pearce smirked, “Whatever happened to me being your 'favourite client'?”
“Oh please; you're 18, barely get any gigs and you've already got that whole depressed rockstar thing going on. This is your one shot Pearce, make a good impression and you might go far.”
Pearce gulped, this was the first time he had truly experienced the stress of the music industry.
Mrs. Patterson continued, “Okay dear, I've gotta go wax my elbows — the meeting is tomorrow night at 7:00, good luck!”
Pearce cautiously opened the door to the bar — 'The Cavern' it was known as. He was usually a little nervous when he came in here for a gig, but this time there was so much more on the line. His future.
He began scanning the tables in search of the spiky jet-black hair that helped make Scorcher such an icon. 'Maybe I should do something with my hair too?' Pearce thought before he was taken by surprise as his hero seemed to have spotted him first.
“You must be the guy!” Scorcher grinned confidently as he strutted in his direction.
“Y...y...y....”
“Haha, you must be a fan. I like you kid, and I especially like your music! Come with me, I've booked a private booth for us.”
Pearce followed with the look of shock still pasted across his face.
“So...” Scorcher sat awkwardly opposite the gobsmacked teen, “I wanna make this brief, I'm heading to a party down at 50 Cent's house later. I want you to support me at a few of my gigs next month, interested?”
Pearce nodded frantically, “Yes, yes, yes! It would be a dream!”
Scorcher grinned, “Fantastic!” His glossy hair shone against the lights as he turned towards the TV beside them. “Hey, hey, I like this girl — she used to be in All Girl, didn't she?”
Pearce turned around to see a young girl performing at some music awards show. He nodded as he downed his pint, “Yeah she was...”
“Daaaamn,” Scorcher scratched his crotch, “And a hot piece of ass she is too.”
“I heard she's a dude...”
“Seriously?!”
Pearce had now started on another pint, “Yeah...”
“Holy shit! Well, I guess that'd explain why she wouldn't hook up with me at Usher's party. I mean, look at me!” Scorcher gestured towards his body.
Pearce continued to nod, “Yep, must be it...”
“Yeah, all this, all this comes from serious working out. Maybe you should try it yourself some time, aye? You skinny runt.” Scorcher poked Pearce's flat belly and laughed. “Anyway, I guess I better be heading off now...”
Pearce shook the hand of his hero and bid him farewell.
Scorcher turned on his heels just as he was about to walk out the door, “Shit, sorry mate, I never even managed to get your name...?”
“Oh, it's Pearce. Graeme Pearce.”
Jenkins knocked on the star of the dressing room door. “Hey, can I come in?”
After getting no response the always fancily dressed man proceeded to walk inside. There he faced the star herself, surrounded by beauty products, costumes and empty bottles.
“It was a good performance tonight, dear. Perhaps your best so far this year.”
The young girl looked up with tears in her eyes.
Jenkins continued, “But you haven't been the same since the Grammys, have you?”
She shook her head despairingly.
“You just need to forget about him, and forget about your past in general.” He pointed towards the television screen replaying her performance from earlier, “This is all that matters now. You are Charlotte Tate, princess of pop and an idol to so many little girls out there.”
Charlotte looked up to her helper and managed a smile, “I guess you're right, Jenkins. You always are.”
Jenkins bettered her smile and dived in for a hug, “There, there, I've got you sweetheart.”
Charlotte breathed heavily whilst watching the television screen from over Jenkins' shoulder.
She had no reason to be sad, she had it all — the money, the fans, a queen of pop adoptive mother, and a talent she could share with the world.
'And what does Graeme have?' She thought to herself, 'He's probably just working at KFC or something now...'
All Girl or Nothing (Part 5) [The Finale]
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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 decided it was time to at last put it to bed in order to give you all a little closure and to allow myself to concentrate on other work.
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.”
All Girl or Nothing - 'The Alternative Ending'
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This was originally posted in August 2012 (before I posted the official parts 4 and 5). It was around for about a day before I took it off due to criticism left, right and center. Comments were even blocked due to its controversy (because of the horrid style it had been written in).
The reason I am re-adding this is that through the midst of anger I got from it; I also received sort of praise and pleas to keep it and have it act as the official finale or to at least keep a copy and consider re-posting in the future.
There were also some who were quite saddened at the time as it had been removed before they could read it. So for those who are still curious as to how I ruined my most popular series, here it is. The 'Alternative Ending' I am now calling it and it is to be considered only as like a deleted scene or bonus feature on a DVD.
(Hopefully, this'll make certain people hate the official finale I posted a few months back a little less when held in comparison to this!)
6 Grammys.
Hundreds of sold out concerts.
Multi-million record sales.
All in 5 years.
5 years that I will never get back.
5 years that I traded for just a few months in Juvie.
They say stardom can turn people insane. I can see all the truth in that now, although like my ascent into pandemonium, my decent is probably a lot different to that of other fallen pop stars.
The year is now 2016 and here I sit, on a plane home from Tokyo, mourning death and on my way to the courts to deny charges.
The punishment this time however will be big boy prison.
I wish I had just taken Juvie, at least there nothing happens when you drop the kiddy soap.
"I think I'm afraid that I'm fresh out of ideas, Charlotte." My lawyer put his hand on my shoulder as a weak mark of respect.
The most expensive Lawyer the record label had to offer and even he couldn't save me now.
The judge silenced the courtroom, "Alright then Miss Gibson, now that the mounting evidence that you killed one Hubert Jenkins has all been supplied, how do you plea?"
I looked down to my hairless ankles as I had found myself doing so often over these past few years.
"I have already told you, it was self-defence, he tried to rape me!"
Various chuckles could be heard from the less composed individuals that filled the aisles.
"And I have already told you young lady, that there is no evidence whatsoever to support your claim that this incident ever occured!"
"It's Mrs. Tate your honour, she bends the law to suit her needs!"
The Judge shook her head in a somewhat sympathetic manor. "Once again, no proof."
"She uses her money to tamper with the system! It's how I got into this business in the first place!"
"Oh not this again... I will not tell you again of the lies this court has found you to have conjured up, you were born Charlotte Gibson, both your records and the drug test proved this.
"It's Mrs Tate! She did stuff to me, changed my birth certificate, and killed off whoever got in her way!"
"So you're telling me that it was Mrs. Tate who killed Mr. Jenkins?"
"No," I sighed, "I can't deny that I killed him, but it was an accident, he WAS raping me!"
"As much as that wouldn't surprise me, seeing how provocatively you have dressed throughout your career, there IS NO EVIDENCE!"
Mascara was now running down my teary face as my fate seemed ever clearer.
"I just can't believe you dragged Mrs. Tate into this," the Judge continued, "after she let you into her band and then supported you all through your solo career..."
"She forced me to do it! She blackmailed me! She killed my Mum! She killed my Dad! She killed my boyfriend!"
"No evidence. No evidence. Your parents died in a car accident. And Graeme Williams commited suicide. I am sorry for your losses but the jury has found you guilty of the murder of Hubert Jenkins. I hearby sentence you to 7 years behind bars."
Ooops, was there supposed to be a happy ending?
THE END.
Some of my favorite reviews from the time:
"Gee, who would have thought a writer could be so annoyed with her readers (and hate her character so much), that she'd come back to a story she didn't want to continue and hurt them all, just because people liked her work so much they asked for more?
You could have just said no, you know.
It's one thing to head down a dark path on purpose, making that choice as a writer. But it's quite another to go there to punish people just for enjoying your writing enough to want you to continue."
"Probably not the ending the readers here wanted LOL."
"Why even have an ending? That's such a cop out....or are you doing it on purpose just to make people cry?"
Just an afternote to any one I hurt at the time: I took all of your opinions into account and rewrote it when I felt ready to. And when I eventually got around to writing the official parts 4 and 5, I actually enjoyed doing so and I hope that showed.
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed sharing a cringe with me at this disaster.