Chapter 1:
Hello, Hello
"I opened up my life to you."
The first thing you need to know is, I don't like telling stories.
As an actress, I know that has to sound like a weird thing to say. But it's true. I'd much rather tell someone else's story than my own. I like the predictability of being in plays, with everything all planned out, going according to the script and cues, and ending in a way that's usually sickening but pretty satisfying at the same time. I wish life could be like that, always beginning and ending in the same bland, uniform way, with all imaginable bumps in the road smoothly paved over to a nice conclusion at the end of the two hour, fifteen minute runtime (including intermission).
The theater had always seemed to create a safe place for me, a way to escape the little day-to-day things that worked their way under my skin and pissed me off to no end. It was my home away from home, protecting me inside myself, letting me cast aside my persona and be someone else, anyone else, at least for a little while. But safe places like that can only work for so long, you know? Eventually, the past will catch up to you. God knows I know that better than anyone.
Shakespeare once said, "All the world's a stage...", and I'm here to tell you that's bullshit.
Real life is absolutely nothing like a play. It's messy and unpredictable and painful and, sometimes, people get hurt.
But, ultimately, it is what it is, and, unfortunately, I have to live it, stumbling my way through it, even though I definitely didn't sign up for this. Any of this. These past two years have been a mess, with all the trouble I caused, and I could have easily burned every bridge I ever built and incinerated myself in the process.
Yet, here I am. I made it through the flames. Sure, I got scorched a couple of times, but I'm still here, and at the end of the day, that's all that matters.
My name is Jade West, and chances are good that you don't like me. I don't blame you. I know I'm not the nicest person in the world.
Like I said, I don't like telling stories, but I do know that this one needs to be told. And who better to do that than the person who was at the center of it all?
Author's Note: Interested? Yes? No?
I've been wanting to write a Victorious fanfic for awhile, and so I came up with the premise for this one. It's going to be another multichap.
Each chapter is going to be named after a Paramore song and will have a lyric from that song at the beginning. Just because I love music and I think that would be a fun way to go about this.
Review, please, and let me know if this is something you'd be interested in me continuing.