Angela's Salvation

by Hughes, Michelle

  Angela's Salvation

  A Tears of Crimson Book

  Michelle Hughes

  © United States 2013

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

  ©2013 by Tears of Crimson, LLC

  First Edition 2013

  Printed in the United States of America

  Angela's Salvation: An Overnight Sensation Romance Novel

  DEDICATION

  Dedicated to all those that survived an abusive childhood and managed to overcome overwhelming odds to live life. You are not alone, even if it sometimes feels that way. To all those that hid in the shadows, let your story be told. To all my musical friends who are just waiting for their one shot at fame, this book is also for you. All it takes is one beautiful song to make your light shine.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  As always, much appreciation to all the fantastic friends at Tears of Crimson for their continued love and support. To my wonderful mother, Susan Hall and my incredible family that inspire me to always keep writing. Thanks to all the people in my musical past for giving me an extensive background on the music industry for this story, you know who you are. To all the extraordinary talent shows over the years that have helped dreamers get their chance for their day in the spotlight. But mostly thank you readers, for walking into my world.

  1 Living

  Standing under the steaming stream of hot water, Angela attempted to rinse away the smell of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke from her body. Even though she wasn't a drinker herself, all the drinks spilled on her last night had probably sunk into her pores, she thought with a shudder. Picking up a loofah and pouring a glob of her favorite scented body wash on it liberally, she scrubbed, knowing that no matter how well she cleansed herself, she'd still feel dirty.

  She hated the waitressing job, even though the tips were fantastic and her coworkers were the closest thing to a family she'd ever known. The groping hands of male customers, and even females some nights, filled her with disgust and made her self-loathing even more prominent than what it already was. Reminding herself that it was either this job, or working at a fast food restaurant, she managed to suck it up and be thankful that at least she had employment that afforded this ratty apartment she shared with her best friend.

  Rinsing off quickly before turning off the shower and stepping out of the run down stall, she grabbed a towel that had seen better days, and began drying off vigorously. She was lucky there was a place to lay her head; most women in her situation were living in the local homeless shelter or out on the streets. There was always a positive somewhere; she'd learned that lesson the hard way after spending two weeks out on the street herself when she first moved here.

  If it hadn't been for Rachel, she would have probably been killed or become like those other young girls she met, hooked on drugs or even worse caught up in prostitution. Rachel had literally saved her life, pulling her away from two men who'd attempted to pull her off into a car the last night she spent sleeping on a park bench. She wasn't sure that her soul could have survived being abused that way again, and owed her best friend her life.

  At seventeen years old then, she'd come to the big city trying to escape her past, having no idea that life here could be even worse than what she'd been running from in the first place. When she left home, she thought there could be nothing worse than the abuse she was suffering; it was shocking how naive a person could be until they were faced with the reality of life.

  Rachel had taken her in, moved her out of New York and into New Jersey, helped her get a job with one of the local hamburger joints, and changed her life in more positive ways than she'd ever be able to thank her for. The day she turned twenty-one, she'd talked Robert into giving her the waitressing job at the bar and upped her low income wage to one that was actually able to give her more than just the basics. It wasn't a perfect life by any means, but for a girl who'd never finished high school, it was the best she could hope for.

  It wasn't that she didn't have a brilliant mind, but when you're running away from your past, it's a little hard to finish school, she told herself. Two years after she'd first moved here, thanks again to Rachel, she finally finished her GED, which at least made her feel some sense of accomplishment.

  "I put a present on your bed Angela," Rachel's eager voice called out, penetrating through the thin bathroom wall.

  Shaking her head with a smile, she called back out. "What did you do?" Rachel was the big sister she never had, and the love she felt for her surpassed every other relationship in her life. She was the only one that knew the reason she had run away from home, and since her life had shared a similar past, they were inseparable. Walking out into the shabby bedroom, tears filled her eyes as she noticed the gift.

  "I thought you could impress the judges wearing that today." Rachel face filled with a grin at the surprise on her best friend's face. She'd seen her eyeing the outfit at the mall and knew she'd never take money out of her hard-earned paycheck to buy the dress.

  "Rachel you shouldn't have," she laughed, picking up the silky fabric, holding it against her cool skin. This dress was obviously not in their budget, and she'd never have the chance to wear something this fancy again, but it was gorgeous. Putting down the dress carefully, she walked over and embraced Rachel, squeezing tightly. "Thank you," tears filled her eyes at how fortunate she was to have someone like her in her life.

  Pulling back and noticing her tears, she felt her own eyes fill. "None of that now, you're going to pay me back by showing those judges how incredible you are and becoming a big star." She was so proud of Angela for doing this audition, and wanted her to look like the diva she already was in her eyes for them.

  "I'll give it my best Rachel, but you know as well as I do that the chances of even making it through this first round will be a miracle," she knew she could sing, but her awkwardness around people would always be a stumbling block for any chance of a life as a singer. It took everything she had to get on stage during open mic night at the club they worked at.

  "Bullshit, Angela," Rachel said firmly, "you go out there and open up your soul and they'll be as overwhelmed as I was the first time you sang for me." She hated what Angela's family, if it could be called that, had done to her friend. There was a light that filled that girl that she'd never seen, but people flocked to her whenever she opened her mouth. Of course, Rachel knew that Angela couldn't see that, all she could see was the past and what that asshole of a stepfather had done to her in the mirror.

  "Okay, okay," she knew better than to argue with Rachel about her lack of abilities. After years of living together, the last thing her best friend would allow her was any negativity. Rachel had pounded it into her mentality time and time again that even though you'd been dealt a shitty hand in life, it didn't mean you had to become a shitty person. She'd pulled her out of the gutter and gave her a chance at a normal life, who was she to argue with her logic?

  "Good, we're straight on that," Rachel laughed, "now let's make you look like the superstar you were meant to be." The next hour was spent with Rachel trying to primp her into an image that might impress the judges of a show that could easily change her life fo
rever.

  Standing back and looking at the girl in the mirror, Angela almost couldn't believe it was her. Rachel had artfully done her hair, leaving it in loose blond ringlets hanging almost to her waist. She kept her makeup to a minimum, while accentuating her blue eyes, and giving a soft glow to her already flawless peaches and cream complexion. She looked like she actually belonged on center stage, as she noted the way the silky dress hugged her slender figure, showing off curves she'd hidden for a long time.

  "Holy shit, Angela, if I was a man I'd fall in love with you," Rachel grinned, looking over her work.

  "Thank god you're not," Angela laughed uneasily, the thought of any man touching her still made her nauseated, and she made a disgusted face.

  "Crap Ang, sorry," Rachel felt like she'd just stuck her foot in her mouth, "I just meant you look incredible." She knew better than to talk about that, and kicked herself mentally for her lapse.

  Laughing softly at her best friend's expression, she turned and hugged her. "I know what you meant Rach, and seriously thank you, I could have never pulled this off without you." It was unfortunate enough that her stomach was tied in knots over this audition, but knowing she at least looked the part helped more than she could ever express.

  "Well let's get down to the auditorium," this was going to be an all day event, but if they didn't make the check in they wouldn't even be allowed to wait around for the rest of the day. They'd both been researching the auditions and had heard some days it was ten hours before you ever got to try out.

  Grabbing Rachel's hand, she gave it a quick squeeze. "Thank you for making me do this," she knew without her best friend, she would have never had the balls to consider trying out for the show. It was a one in a million shot that she'd be chosen at all, but for the first time in more years than she could remember, she was truly excited about something.

  "Are you kidding me?" Rachel winked and squeezed her hand back gently. "I'm expecting life in a huge mansion when you make it big girly and nonstop parties with all your new Hollywood friends." The truth was even if Angela never made it past the first audition, she would have at least tried, and that was enough for her. But she knew that once the judges saw her, there would be no turning back, her friend definitely had a huge gift.

  Laughing, she let go of Rachel's hand and grabbed her oversized purse, "I'd settle for not worrying about having to pay rent again." She knew that this was all a pipe dream, but auditioning couldn't hurt, and maybe she'd gain a little confidence after standing on stage in front of some of the most influential people in the business.

  They locked the front door as they walked out, and made their way down to the bus stop. It was a two hour trip by bus and neither of them had been to sleep since leaving the club at four this morning. Angela hoped she could catch a nap on the way there, but was so excited that she doubted she'd be able to sleep at all. As they climbed onto the public transportation, she took a deep breath hoping beyond hope, that fate would shine down on her today and change her life.

  2 AUDITIONS

  Stepping off the bus, they were told by the driver it was two blocks to the auditorium and they began their walk. The heels were killing her feet already, but Angela refused to complain at all. She'd managed to nod off for the last hour of their trip, but her eyes still felt like they were filled with dust. When they finally arrived they were amazed at the long lines already in place.

  Her stomach filled with butterflies as they waited in the long lines, and she shifted from foot to foot, trying to take off the pressure from the heels she wished she'd have forgone. All around her people were singing, or playing instruments and it was almost like an alien world where all the creative people flocked together. It was such an eclectic mix that for the first time in her life she felt completely at home.

  "Can you believe all these people," Rachel laughed, looking around at the thousands of people surrounding them.

  "I know we've seen it on television, but it's so much different actually being here." Angela was so filled with nervous anticipation that she worried she'd not be able to open her mouth at all to sing.

  Angela was given a number and they found their way to the bleachers, sitting down. All around her were people with expressions ranging from desperate hope to stuck-up confidence, and she felt the sensation of being just one small blemish in the presence of greatness as she listened to them. The talent here was amazing, and she couldn't help but feel she didn't deserve to be among such perfection.

  "You can just get that look off your face right now, Ang," Rachel stared at her intently. She'd seen that look on her friend's face before, and she refused to allow it today. She was so much better than the voices surrounding her, and before this day was over she hoped the judges would prove to her once and for all how talented she truly was.

  "Listen to them Rach, these people have probably had years of training, how am I supposed to compete?" This was such a huge mistake she told herself. There was no way she could compete against this talent; she'd been a fool to think there was even a chance for her.

  "Bullshit Ang," she whispered for her ears only, "I don't care how much training any of them have had, you're a natural and could outshine any of them without lifting your little pinky." As the auditions continued, Rachel was sure Angela could out sing any of these people without even trying.

  Knowing that she had to say that, she was her best friend after all, Angela kept her opinion to herself. She knew Rachel well enough to understand that any negativity would be squashed with her arguments. She just hoped that when she didn't make it, her friend wouldn't be overly upset.

  When her number was called, she was nothing more than a bundle of nerves. "Well this is it," Angela's voice trembled as she stood and made her way down to center stage. "Wish me luck," hoping she could walk down the bleachers without busting her ass, she gave Rachel a quick wink.

  "Knock 'em dead Ang," smiling brightly, she couldn't wait to hear her friend's incredible voice amplified over the stadium.

  She made it to her spot, and gave a tentative smile to the panel of judges. It was like being given an audience with the President of the United States, being before these people who'd filled her television screen.

  "What's your name love," one of the female pop diva's asked with a warm smile.

  "Angela Wilkerson," she stuttered softly into the microphone, hoping her knees didn't give out on her.

  "What are you singing for us," the male judge who was known throughout the music industry questioned.

  "It's a song I wrote myself," she didn't wait for them to ask her to sing, she knew if she didn't do this now she'd probably hyperventilate and never make it through the number. Closing her eyes, she belted out the lyrics that reminded her of all the things she'd been forced to deal with in her life, and let the music fill her soul.

  At the end of her performance, she finally opened her eyes, and heard the thunderous applause from the contestants in the auditorium. Blushing deeply, she clenched the microphone nervously in her hands and looked at the judges.

  "How long have you been writing songs Angela," the pop diva smiled her way.

  "Since I was sixteen, so about five years now." Her voice was shaking again, how she'd turned off the nervousness for the song she never knew, lowering her eyes she waited for the rejection she knew had to come next.

  "That's some talent you've got there," the male judge said in appreciation, "but I wonder if you've got what it takes to be a star?" He addressed the other judges, and waited for them to remark.

  "Definitely some raw talent there, but there's something missing, I'm going to say put her through though." The female pop diva remarked.

  At the end all the judges agreed except for the recording professional. "It looks like you've made it through to the next round; just polish it up for the big leagues." He gave Angela a nod and she stood there for a few seconds in complete amazement before walking off to where those selected were led.

  Angela was still stunned as she
was led inside a small office and given a packet that explained everything she'd need to know about her trip to the next audition. Her mind still couldn't wrap around the fact that they hadn't kicked her ass out the front door, and she nodded politely as she was given instructions.

  Making her way back to Rachel, her stunned mind couldn't even fathom what having this opportunity meant for her. Rachel was on cloud nine and jumping up and down in excitement as they left the auditorium. She wasn't going home, that much she remembered from the informal meeting in the office. It had never entered her mind that she wouldn't be returning on the same bus they'd arrived on and she was stuck out in limbo.

  "So what do we do now," Angela asked still stunned by everything that had happened to change her life in one day.

  "We go get some food and read over all this shit in the packet, that's what we do superstar!" Rachel was as excited as her best friend and couldn't wait to see what the next step was. They walked a few blocks until they found a small diner.

  Over greasy hamburgers and fries, they took in the information from the packet and were amazed at what the next month would be like. Angela would be flying out in the morning then staying as a guest in an exclusive hotel in sin city, all expenses paid, including a clothing allowance. She would have lessons all during the day and photo shoots, and her only free time would be at night.

  The only regret Angela had was that Rachel couldn't stay with her. She would have a roommate, it stipulated in the packet, and no outside guests were allowed. "What am I supposed to do without you for an entire month," she worried frantically.

  "You're going to soak up all the experience you can and call me and let me know you're okay that's what." Reaching over the table she squeezed her friend's hand. "This is your chance, Angela, and I want you to promise me you'll give it everything you've got." Today was the type of thing that made dreams come true she thought, and it couldn't have happened to a more deserving person.