Chapter 1: The life of an American Rock Star
A/N: Welcome to a new fanfic I like to call "Living the American Dream Before It's Shattered" and I hope you like it. If you are familiar with my writing, then welcome back my peeps, and thank you to all the hard-core people out there who actually read all of my stories. Anyway, here is the first chapter, enjoy!
DiScLaImEr: I DoN't OwN HaRrY PoTtEr, sAdLy!
Michael Harry Williams was on stage singing a song with the band "The American Gangsters" that he wrote himself. The band of five was doing wonderfully. Michael continued to sing.
I am standing right here
Waiting for your arms to hug me
And say it will be alright
But I know it won't
I'm not in denial
Being a realist helps
And I won't defy
That I would love for everything
To be just so perfect
But it would never work out right
Because we're all rebels
There is something to believe
In your smile
There is that sense of trust and confidence
In your eyes and voice
And when you move it is just plain
Wow wow wow wow
You help me get through everything
That I would love for everything
To be just perfect
But it would never work out right
Because we're all rebels
I cried out with no reply and
I would wish for you to help me be right and
Everything is falling apart
What do I do?
Because I am at a lost
What about you?
That I would love for everything
To be just perfect
But it would never work out right
Because we're all rebels
And the crowd broke out into applause. Michael took a bow and so did the rest of the band and they filed off the stage. They picked up their paycheck, signed a few autographs and then left the club.
"That was great guys," said Michael.
"I know right," said Tearainiee.
"Yah that was amazing," said Breanna.
"That was probably our best show yet," said Leo proudly.
"It was like a rush! It definitely felt great," said December.
"Yah, alright let's get back to the house," said Michael. They called for the limo and said to go to Broadway Avenue where they owned a flat. The limo driver drove until they got there, but in the back of the limo which was stocked with vodka, scotch, and anything else you could think of, the members of the band were smashed. They all got out and walked drunkenly up the stairs on the Avenue and it took 10 minutes of Tearainiee fumbling with the keys to get the door open. The all ended up sleeping on each of their own beds fully clothed.
WRITER'S POV
Now, I am sure you want to know who these people are. Well, they all were given up at an Orphanage in the middle of Richmond Hill New York. Then, they had run away at the age of ten and with the clothes on their back went to a record dealership. The guy said that they just needed to grow up a bit and so he kept them as his own. The man's name was Arnold Donierd and even though the kids technically were his, they didn't take his name. Their names were Michael Harry Williams, Tearainiee Alicia Martin, Breanna Molly Malloy, Leo Alexander Klindberry, and finally December O'Connell. They were all exceptional musicians and they wrote their own songs and taught themselves how to play their instruments. They were amazing and were definitely America's next best band. Trust me; I know what I am talking about. Michael plays electric guitar and sings lead. Tearainiee sings backup and plays guitar. Breanna sings backup and also plays guitar. Leo plays drums, and finally December plays keyboard.
REGULAR POV
They all said goodnight and went to sleep. Not knowing that in their gig tomorrow night, they would be sighted and their lives changed.
A/N: Please read and review, I am just saying, with everyone that reviews, I will answer them! Promise!! Oh and I wrote the song so tell me what you think! Thanks!
'Mione