So i sorta said i wont be updating in a week...

i was lying...

sorry...

here's another chapter...

enjoy...

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I hopped in the van as Jonathan started to drive us to the first mall where our signing will occur in a few moments. I sat there while I looked out the window; my cheek on my palm. I took a glance at my band mates to see amusing faces of them.

Heather, looking frustrated while looking at her phone every 10 seconds. And whenever she—or we hear a ding on her phone that signals a message she would always make an offended or bitchy face and text back almost destroying her phone’s screen.

Valerie on the other hand is listening to music. Whenever she listens to emotional music, her emotions suddenly mimic the song writer’s emotions. I didn’t know if that makes sense but for example. She listens to sad song like Breakeven by The Script; her face turns into a heartbroken little girl. And when she listens to a happy song she starts dancing in her seat. Which we find rather… crazy.

And there’s Monica, smiling widely on her phone. Texting someone that burns her cheek into a crimson color. I almost thought it was on fire because it was completely red. Loving him was red, r-r-red, r-r-red. Okay why the fuck did I just sing Taylor Swift’s song and remembered Ian?

I groaned absent mindedly that caught my band mates’ attention.

“What are you groaning about now?” Heather sneered obviously annoyed. Aww, another fight with Miggy.

 “Nothing…” I muttered. Valerie looked worried while Monica wasn’t paying attention and focused her eyes on her phone screen.

We stopped by the mall; fans surrounding the entrance of it. Body guards positioned themselves in front of the car door making an alleyway for us to walking through without getting mobbed by our fans.

“Let’s go girls” Daphne said as she exited the passenger seat and was guided by two body guards. Fans also adore Daphne, we always mentioned her on our concerts and twitcams. Sometimes we let her join in our video diaries.

We exited the car and were greeted by screaming fans. Good thing Daphne made us wear our earplugs in case we got deaf from all the screaming fans; both guy and girls were screaming.

We successfully reached our seats and the signing began.

A few fans were literally crazy. I MEAN LITERALLY. Some asked Heather if she was sexually frustrated at Miggy which is… uh no comment, caught Heather glaring at me. And a guy proposed to Valerie who I think is deadly serious. Valerie couldn’t say anything so security just gave the guys hi signed album and pulled him out of the queue.

So far no haters of mine had run wild in front of us. Daphne cautioned me that some haters would probably appear and accuse me of using Niall’s fame and so and so forth. I on the other hand was I don’t know… NERVOUS AS HELL. What if a girl throws a shoe at me or a girl brings her crazy old father with a shotgun? Holy shit I’m going to die!

My thought were interrupted by Heather nudging my shoulder as a fan was standing in front of me; her eyes widened and grinning widely at me; Must be a crazed fan.

“Hi there” I smiled at her making her shriek.

“HOLY SHIT ESTHER WOODS IS TALKING TO ME! THE ESTHER WOODS IS TALKING TO ME!” she fan girls in front of me.

I smiled at her sheepishly watching her jump up in down while she squeals. “So, do… do you want me to sign your album?” I offered so this could be over with.

“YOU SIGN MY ALBUM” she scoffed. Uh okay? “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! OF COURSE I WANT TO! I’D KILL JUST TO SPEND A DAY WITH YOU!” okay now she’s creeping me out… I nodded and signed her album and handed it back to her.

“OH MY GOD WE SHOULD TOTALLY KEEP IN TOUCH I MEAN LOOK AT US! WE’RE LIKE SISTERS! I HAVE BROWN EYES! YOU HAVE BROWN EYES! I EVEN DYED MY HAIR BLONDE JUST FOR YOU!” Uh, help. In case she didn’t notice, my hair’s already red…

“WHAT OH MY GOD YOU DYED YOUR HAIR RED?! HOW COME I DID NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?! OH MY GOD, DID YOU LIKE HAVE A MAKEOVER?! ARE YOU DATING SOMEONE?! OMG WHO?!?!?!” That’s it I’m calling security. “OMG LOOK! I HAD MY FOOT LIKE PUT ON A TATTOO JUST FOR YOU! LOOK!” she removed her converse shoe and removed her socks and don’t get me wrong, I love my fans but her foot smells like old rotten garbage… She showed me her foot by putting on the signing table and showed me an ‘I love Chance’ tattoo on her foot.

I admit, I appreciate the thought but she’s acting way too creepy.

“OH YEAH I ALSO HAD A TATTO ON MY LEFT BREAST WITH YOUR FACE ON IT WANT TO SEE? AT FIRST THE TATTO STYLIST THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY BUT WHO CARES WHAT HE THINKS RIGHT? I’M AWESOME” DAPHNE! I shot a horrified look at my band mates while they held in their laughter. Wow, thanks for being super heroes…

Two security guards took the crazy fan’s side and lift her up and carry her away from the signing. She managed to bring the album and her shoe with her and still told me stories about her tattoos.

“Thanks for the support!” I called back waving sheepishly. The girls cracked up as soon as the girl disappeared. The other fans also laughed with them. I blushed and pouted.

“It wasn’t funny! She was creeping me out!” I whined as the laughter got louder.

“Aw, poor little Essie got crept out by a fan” Monica did baby talk earning a glare at me. The signing continued and so far, no crazy fan has run wild in front of me.

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So we were at the last mall signing and I was exhausted as hell. The line was pretty long and the fans were enormous. I manage to take pictures with the fans on my phone and decided to make a collage with all of the pictures I’ve taken and make it my header in twitter.

At the last batch of fans, a group of blondes were all laughing and trying to make friends with my band mates. My first impression on them wasn’t really nice. I mean, they acted like I wasn’t there. They acted like I was a ghost.

Now it’s my turn to sign their album. I pulled myself together, holding back my sassiness that I slightly inherited from sass master himself. “Hi” I slyly smiled at them. Their smiles faded when they saw me and started to eye at me evilly. What’s wrong with them? “Uh, would you like me to sign your albums?” I asked them politely.

“As if” one of them scoffed. Okay what the fuck is their deal. “We wouldn’t a slut like you holding this already messed up album by you being involved in the album” one of them showed me our album. My face was covered up with tape and writings on the cover.

Oh great… haters.

“Okay then, I guess we’re done here” I said and stood up.

“Why Woods, afraid to admit your just using Niall’s fame?” one of the accused me—okay that has gone too far! “Admit it, you don’t belong in this girl band, in fact, there should only be three members of the band, you wouldn’t be here if Simon didn’t ask them to join you in their band, you don’t deserve this” okay that hurt… but partly of that was true… I didn’t join the audition… it’s a long story.

I felt a tear escape my eye. “OKAY THAT’S IT GET OUT OF HERE” Jonathan growled as the girls were escorted to leave. Tears continued to pour down my cheeks as I felt my girls pull me into a group hug.

“Don’t listen to them Esther, they’re just jealous of you” Honestly, I don’t where I could gone without these girls. I love them!