HOME SWEET HOME
By Emily Rolles
Sitting alone in my single bed, staring at the blank wall across from me. It held a single picture, blue-tacced to the wall. A picture that i had printed off the computer because my parents would have known that i used their money to buy another rock magazine. It was a picture of my hero, my idol, and my reason for living the way i do - Nikki Sixx. It's only small, but it is the start to an amazing collection of posters that i would be inevitably buying in the very near future. A future that i have thought through and planned so narrowly, its either no or go. As soon as i quit this lousy job, as soon as i have no more reason for being in this town, i am packing my bags and getting the next flight out to Los Angeles. Theres a job offer at the Whisky a Go-Go and its shouting at me to go get it. Its 1986, im twenty two years old and I dont belong here. I dont have many friends, but i guess im lucky to have a roof over my head, a family, and a home-cooked meal every night, but its getting boring. The job will give me enough to get an apartment somewhere downtown, and enough to get me settled. Ill work my way up... maybe join a band, make a few friends. After all, im starting from scratch, again. how bad could it really be?...
Growing up in Australia isnt exactly the most exciting way of life, i mean sure theres beaches, mountains, forests and cities, but basically every where you go is similar, the same kinda people, the same selection of food, the same pubs, same same, you get the picture. Heres me, born in New South Wales, now living in Queensland. Long brown hair, tall-ish, thin-ish, your average girl. But thats the thing... I HATE average. Average stinks. Average is a title i hate to be labelled by. Im a girl who listens to the same music as everyone, wears the same clothes as everyone and yet i see the world in my own weird way. Im not like anyone here, im different. But noone cares to notice.