Behind The Scenes Dazed And Confused Novels & Stories

Dante mutters. He looks at me. “You ready?” he asks. “No,” I say. “Do it anyway.” — The backstage area buzzes with controlled chaos. Technicians shout over each other about sound levels. Charity reps huddle with clipboards. Security checks and rechecks comms. From behind the curtain, a swell of noise rises and falls as the audience files in—fans, press, industry people, a scattering of faces I recognize from other stages. I pace. Hood up.

HER HAIR WAS SILVERY WHITE And then she just ran, I saw in which direction she went. "Let me come instead. We can cover more grounds." 'No Liam. I need you here on campus, if something goes terribly wrong, you're the right person that should be here to help her 'Fine.' On the other hand, Damon call Zia who is still in library, "What's now." Zia answer. "SEBESTIAN BLACKED OUT BACKSTAGE!" Damon scream. "What? How?" "I DON'T KNOW!? ONE MINUTE HE WAS DANCING AND NEXT HE WAS COLLAPSING BACKSTAGE.

but before it happened, someone called his name "Daze?" A woman behind me said "Stop assuming Violet!" Daze whispered to me and walked away with that annoying smirk on his face. "Sorry, your plan backfired" He even said before completely leaving. I was standing there and left dumbfounded. Did I just lose to him? I ask myself unconsciously.

Diaz lifts his face, already annoyed with his father forcing him into the fifth meeting of the day when his eyes fall on a sweaty girl breathing heavily, black haired glued into repugnant patterns on her forehead. The studio sits under an old abandoned building, a filthy rundown space with a broken mirror. He doesn’t understand how people can be so close to cockroaches, filthy and disgusting insects. The butler calls his attention to hand him a pair of sunglasses which he takes gladly, eyes too sensitive for the reflection of the sun on the broken cars. That is when the music fills the air with a beautiful melody calling for his attention once more. When Diaz turns around this time his jaw d

Inside the ward, a nurse obstructed my view but the clothes, that color of dress and the shoes. I felt dizzy and almost stumbled to the tiled floor if I hadn't been held by a strong pair of hands. The cologne the person was wearing hit me right in the spot and without turning to confirm the person, I melted in the embrace I was wrapped in. “E.. Edwin,” I called out in a whisper, loud enough for him to hear before every other thing went black before my eyes, I was succumbing into darkness that didn't wait to swallow me whole. HOURS LATER

And Finally; Love Part 1 Hazel From inside the dressing room, I see a small improvised stage, the party also has a good DJ and good lighting. They certainly didn't spare any expense for the production of this event. I see Carmen leave the stage with her dance partners, they do a beautiful choreography, and I am ready to go.

Zara's POV I removed the flash drive and tucked it beneath the drawer in my closet before entering the master bedroom where Nico and Tessa were waiting. Nico was adjusting the last strand of my hair while Tessa, ever the multitasker, filmed content for the media. “Tessa,” I said, meeting her eyes through the mirror, she paused the video. “When the red carpet’s over and the event has been going for at least an hour, have security clear out every photographer. No phones, no cameras. Not even from the guests. Do you understand me?”

I questioned. Uncle Jackson froze, his mind racing to recall the scene back then. Dumbfounded, his mouth dropped open in disbelief as he stammered, "It… It was him!"

" I put in effort in those. Can't you see??" "An effort that almost cost us eighty million dollars. Luckily for you, I know how to use a backspace key." Winston stepped back, crossing his arms. "Is there anything else you require assistance with, or can I return to my desk to ensure you don't inadvertently declare bankruptcy before noon?"