Hey! First Austin & Ally story and I'm making it a three-shot (I think?). Well, anyways, this is based off of "Being Afraid" by AVATAR's maddest hatter. Enjoy!
Who saw The Hunger Games? I saw it on Friday with my friends and absolutely LOVED it! My friend kept grabbing my hand and cutting off my circulation since she was so excited. LOL!
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally, or else the two would have gotten together a long, long time ago.
What are you afraid of?
The question swirled through Ally's head long after her conversation with Austin was over, haunting her with the answer that hid behind the innocent question.
It started like any normal conversation with her best friend, which included some joking and mentions of songwriting. But things started taking a turn for the worst when Austin brought up his latest gig at Madison Square Garden (I know! Madison Square Garden! Can you believe it?)
"Ally, you should come up and perform with me when I sing at Madison Square Garden," urged the taller blond.
Ally, who was writing in a journal next to him sighed, "Look, Austin, you know I have stage fright. I can't sing your song in front of hundreds of thousands of people, at somewhere so big." The girl shuddered at the thought.
"I know that you have stage fright, but why? What are you afraid of? You've got to overcome you fears, Ally. You've got to try to, at least once."
That was three hours ago. Now, Ally was lying down on her pink and purple butterfly bed, staring up at her stick-on, glow-in-the-dark stars that dotted her ceiling. What are you afraid of? After a few more minutes of pondering, the petite brunette made her way across the room and grabbed her very familiar, "A" leather journal and a pencil off of her carefully and neatly organized desk. Ally plopped herself down on her bed, settling against the bedpost, ready to write with her journal open and pencil in hand. And finally, when she fully convinced herself that she really should do this, the girl put her pencil to the paper and began to write. It was very slowly at first, but soon she was furiously scribbling out the words.
What am I afraid of?
I'm afraid of the spotlight and spiders, but those are concrete fears. I'm here to think deeper, more abstract then that.
I guess that I'm afraid of… rejection. That's why I won't perform on stage, especially not what happened in fourth grade. I'm scared of being castoff as a girl with no talent, just another one of those wannabe singers and songwriters. What my dad said, about me having a one in a billion chance of making it big in the music industry, must have really got to me, because now that I have the chance, I'm to cowardly to take it, unlike Austin.
But music producers and fans aren't the only ones who can reject me. I know me and Austin really clicked after we met and have been best friends ever since… but I can't help myself from seeing us as something more than just best friends. He's really sweet, like the time Tilly tried to destroy my career (if I really have one) and he came in a saved me. Or even the time that Dallas said her wouldn't dance with me, Austin refused to perform and used his time to give me the dance I wanted. I could write on forever about him, but that's not the point. The point is…I think that I want us to be boyfriend-and-girlfriend, but I'm scared that he will reject me. But I'm really afraid of things become awkward between us if he rejects me, or if we actually date, then break up. I really don't want to destroy the connection that we have. What do I do?
Then, when Ally finished write out the very personal journal entry, she neatly tore the single sheet out, and carefully folded the note into a tiny star. After retrieving tape from her tidy desk, the short girl stood on her bedspread, up on her tippy-toes and taped the plain white star on her ceiling, along with the other greenish stars. Ally laid down on her comfy bed and admired her work, her eyes sweeping across her man-made night sky with a slightly bigger, whiter, and weirdly out-of-place star in the center. She decided that the one, very important piece of paper, with all her feelings, would be just like her very own, personal North Star, guiding her along her way in life.
You like it? Please review. I don't know about you guys, but I kind of pictured Ally as the kind of girl with the stick on stars on her ceiling. But, that could just be me. Remember: REVIEW!