The Truth Is a Terrible Thing

He shakes in the wings. He shakes in the wings even though he's done it many a time before. His nerve levels are at a career high. He doesn't want to do it anymore. He's too scared. But he wants to show people he's changed; even if he still looks like an arrogant bastard. That would never change.

His straightened hair and skinny jeans were all a part of the rock star image. The only part of his original rock star image that was left. He only looked like an arrogant rock star now. He was just a normal rock star inside. He still looked the part though. He was only seventeen, yet he looked like he had been in the business for years, not months.

He looks out at the stage, which he's supposed to be going on to in a matter of minutes; after his girlfriend. The lights seemed far too bright. With lights that bright, everyone would be able to see him. The thought made those ever present nerves worse.

His girlfriend walked off. This was it.

Everyone, meet the new and improved Shane Gray.

AN: What did you think? I'm not too keen on it, but oh well, I might be wrong. Love You Me At Six. Off to write more now. R&R