Hello my lovely Ravens. I'm back with another disgrace against God. This will be much longer than my usual fics! Enjoy...
Aggies description: Bright blue hair and brown eyes. Wears dark makeup and basically everything from Hot Topic or Spencer's. So borderline emo. She is quite thin but used to be very chubby. She is also a little short. Standing at around 5'6. Yes she is in highschool, but she is 18.
-Intro-
{Aggie's POV}
Let's get one thing straight. I love music. It is my everything. I could feel the music in my heart. Literally. My friends had brought me to a concert for some band called "The Drowning" and the music was so loud, I could feel the beat vibrating in my chest. The screaming of hormonal girls and the sent of sweat mixed with alcohol took over my senses. I loved it. I never felt more at home. The boys on stage played with fire. Their fingers pricking at the strings and letting out a tune that felt as if it would break the ground beneath me. Their dark makeup smudged and smearing to show off their rock style. Some of them took off their shirts and threw them to fans, causing an uproar of excitement. I just stare and observe. Every key, every lyric, every rhythm. My friend Shara taps my arm and says something to me, but I can't hear her. Something along the lines of "This is awesome" or maybe "He is so fucking hot". Not completely sure. Even if I did hear her, I wouldn't answer. I was too mesmerized in the lead singer. Not his looks or even his voice. I want what he has. I want to be adored by fans and do what I love. I want to sing in a band.
I want to be famous.
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A packed blue suitcase sat by the door along with a few other items. My hand was on the doorknob and I stood there listening to the last words my parents would say before I left.
"Are you stupid? You are just going to go straight to New York? This won't work, you shouldn't get your hopes up. You aren't special."
My mother screams at me and I refuse to look at her. She didn't want me to go. Not because she loved me, but because she didn't believe in me. When I told my parents, they flipped. Dinner ended immediately. Things were said. Lots of things. Suddenly my father grabs my mothers arm and pulls her away from me.
"It's okay honey. Let her go. Once she steps out, we have no daughter."
Tears clouded my eyes and I choke back a sob. If I leave I lose my family. If I don't, I'll be miserable forever. I still love them dearly, but too many things were said and none of that can be taken back. I need to go. It's for the best. This is the only way I will find happiness. With my grip tightening on the doorknob, I slowly turn it and open the wooded cream colored door. My right foot hovers and steps over onto the porch. No going back. Only the future.
After that first step, I felt like nothing could stop me. I made my way down the porch step and to the bus stop with my baggage in hand. I had finally saved up enough money to live out my dream. I may not have a lot, but I could still do it. Go to New York and become the greatest singer ever known. Well at least with a cheap apartment.
As the blue bus parks in front of me, I let out a sigh. The doors open and I step on. I'm actually doing it. There is a seat in the very back that I immediately occupy. Only seven other people were on. I look out the steamed up window and wipe it with my palm. One last glance. The bus starts moving and my house grows smaller and smaller in the distance. Once it is completely gone, I sit back and put on my headphones. The song I choose was "I Always Knew" by Jem. Perfect for my mood
I always knew I would one day be here
But I couldn't be a puppet on a string
I've had my fights often I've been KO'd
But I've got back up no I won't give in
And now I know how it works
If you're too nice, you lose
First I will find a hotel. Hopefully something cheap but not too bad. I'll work on getting the apartment after I find a temporary job. Just so I have income along with the money I currently have. That way I won't become broke within like a week. I had been working three jobs to get where I am now. Babysitting, fast food, and even a stupid clothing store for pregnant women.
I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you
And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do
But don't make me a monster baby you'd be crazy that's for sure
Becoming a bitch is not what I got into music for
My band was pretty pissed I was leaving. Well I wouldn't call it a band. It was just me and two guys named Austin and Zach who play the guitar and keyboard. We basically got together for practice. They were upset because I was the only girl who would listen to their cheesy music. They'll do fine without me though. I'm sure they'll find some other girl to join the dork squad. I guess I'll miss them. They are fun guys…
Remember back to a bench in Wales
Where two young boys started mocking me
I looked at them thought I'll show you one day
But I didn't fight or stand up for me
And that young girl's learnt the hard way
If you're too nice, you lose
The only real thing that's worrying me is finding an agent and a group to sing with. I mean, I'm not known by anyone. Doesn't matter. I'll figure it out. Don't stress it. You can do this. You deserve this. To be famous. To rise to the top. Agents will come crawling to you and people will beg to listen to whatever you sing.
I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you
And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do
But don't make me a monster baby you'd be crazy that's for sure
Becoming a bitch is not what I got into music for
My parents can kiss my ass. This is my future. No, they aren't your parents anymore, they said it themselves. Just me now. I'm in charge. Nothing will stop me. I'll be my own number one fan. And absolutely nothing will get in my way.
I'll make it crystal clear
I am not going anywhere
As long as there is music
I'll be here, here
I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you
And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do
But don't make me a monster baby you'd be crazy that's for sure
Becoming a bitch is not what I got into music for
I'm gonna make it to the top well let me show you
And if I have got to toughen up then that is what I'll do
I've sold you a million baby not just maybe that's for sure
Given the chance I'll show you I can sell a zillion more