Author's ramblings (might wanna read this): Hello fellow fanfic minions! Great, now my first impression on my readers is a gap-toothed geek, but whatever, I poke you to read on This isn't my first fanfic but it is my first in a LONG time. It's going to be a bit different from my past ones and although it has a song in it, it is not a songfic. The only OC in this is Calliope Allerdyce who will eventually unravel throughout the story so please keep reading. More OCs will come later but they are NOT mine. I'll give credit to their fabulous creators when they appear. Ok, now on with the story.
Author's rambling part 2: Ok, actually there's a 2nd OC, well she's not my OC either, but a friend's, in here.
Calliope Allerdyce looked down upon her millions of fans, her purple Rhine-stoned guitar in one hand and a microphone in the other. Her long red hair was blowing out from behind her as she smiled at the crowd with fake blue eyes.
"Thank you! I love you!" She shouted into the microphone, receiving more applause.
'That's right, you cheap music downloading scumbags…'
"I love you! I love you!" She repeated into the microphone, it seemed like the crowd never tired of it. She smiled into the camera one last time before turning her back on them and walking backstage.
"Great job, Cali!" "Nice, Cali!" "Thumbs up, Cali!" The backstage crew beamed at her. Cali genuinely smiled herself for the first time in a long time. The backstage crew knew what real music was and appreciated her for it. Unlike…
Cali sighed. "Gary?" Her short stocky toupee'd publicist stood in front of her clad in his usual gray suit. Sometimes she wondered if that was the only garment he had in his pathetic excuse of a life.
"Yeah, a little too Ashlee Simpson - Avril Lavigne, you know. I mean, first we see you on stage rocking out and the next second you're going to be shopping with Paris Hilton at Juicy Couture. Not believable, squirt"
Cali blinked at her publicist. Underneath the Holly-lingo the guy actually had a point. 'Shock', thought Cali. "So you're saying I wasn't rockstar enough?" She scoffed. "The only way I can become more" Air quote "Rockstar" Air unquote "Is by going screamo and that ain't gonna happen!"
Cali stomped into her trailer like a spoiled rockstar and flopped onto her purple waterbed next to her best friend, Isabelle Drake, aka Izzy.
Her blond-haired blue-eyed best friend was sitting crossed legged on her bed munching on cheetos and reading CosmoGirl! 'Mooch…' Cali laughed in her head.
Izzy looked up at Cali with one blue eye and one red eye, a cheeto jammed between her teeth. "Great performance, Cali!" she said, jumped up and hugged the tired redhead who was attempting to take off her blue contacts to reveal emerald eyes.
"Meh, Gary was a insert swearword of choice about it as usual" Gary poked his head into her trailer and coughed. "Ahem, Calliope, outside for a second please?" Cali rolled her eyes. "Speak of the devil"
"Listen, Cali…" Cali crossed her arms and tilted her head impatiently at him. "This past month you have done nothing but perform brilliantly tour after tour! It's getting a bit… boring, you know?"
Cali just stared at her publicist dumbfounded.
"No scandals… No lip-syncing… No rehab like poor old Tra- " "Hey!" Cali snapped. "I thought we said we wouldn't talk about Travis"
Travis, her lead guitarist, had recently been caught with a hotel full of cannabis and been sent to rehabilitation. It had been hard on Cali since Travis was the closest friend (other than Izzy) she had had in the hellhole called Hollywood.
"You gotta do something bad to keep your fans interested, kid! People in business like this become old news fast!" Cali laughed sarcastically, "While other publicists try so hard to keep scandals on the low down you're dying to see me mess up! What's wrong with you?"
She stomped back to her trailer while Gary called out, "Remember! Auditions for lead guitarists tomorrow! Arriving a little late wouldn't hurt!" "Yeah, you wish, Gary!" She shouted back and slammed the door.
"'Cause
we all just wanna be big rockstars…
And live in hilltop houses
driving fifteen cars…
The drugs come easy and the girls come
cheap…
Wait, that's not right…
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap…
We'll all stay skinny 'cause…"
Cali groaned. "'Cause what?" She looked down at her lyrics. "'Cause we just won't eat! Argh!" As she quietly roared her hand suddenly burst into flames, burning the bottom portion of her lyrics. "Crap!" She shouted and tried to fan out the blazing paper.
"Cali!" Gary shouted from outside the trailer. "You better get those lyrics memorized before tomorrow!" Cali shouted back, "Well if they weren't so damn hard to memorize! Ugh! Never mind! Just get me another copy, will ya?"
Gary sighed and yelled back, "What did you do now?" "I… uh… tore it" Cali replied with less volume than before. "Jeez!" Gary stormed off swearing in some foreign language.
The next morning, Izzy woke up next to Cali with a hangover and one sock missing. "I am not gonna ask" Cali muttered to herself and pulled a pair of black baggy pants a purple top with a silver skull on it. She bunched her hair into a messy bun and dragged her pajama-clad friend out the door and into a cab.
"Phoenix Studios, please" she instructed the driver and attempted to wake up the sleeping beauty before arriving at the audition. "Mmrrrmfffguh…" She smacked her friend on the head and dragged her inside where 30 people were waiting.
Cali blinked. "Thirty people…? I got fliers and ads put up all over California and the Internet and all that gets me is thirty people?" Gary popped up from behind her and chuckled, "No, no, no, kid, you see, there were thousands of people but narrowed it down for you to make the choice easier!"
Cali groaned. "Ugh… you chose them, Gary? Damn it! They probably all suck! Let's get out of here, Izzy…" The thirty people looked disappointed and started to head towards the exit when Cali spotted a boy with long-ish brown hair amongst all the shorthaired jocks.
"Ok… OK!" Cali shouted, stopping everyone. "Get back in here… let's do this!" They all obediently huddled back in the room in an excited buzz. "Ok, so first up… Marshall, Gregory" A short stock Gary-look-alike entered with something that looked like a homemade banjo.
Cali sighed and leaned towards her sleeping companion "This is gonna be a long day…"
"Number 30, Guthrie, Joshua" Cali said, bored. The longhaired brunette entered the room with the solemnest smile and the saddest eyes Cali had ever seen. His clothes were fit for a hobo yet he didn't seem as impure as his putrid clothes.
"Well, my friends call me Jay but I like being called Icarus" Cali barely managed to hear his soft voice. Cali laughed. "How Greek" He grinned back, "Look who's talking, Ms Calliope" Cali smiled back. "Let's hope your guitar skills are as up to date as your humor"
The boy nodded and picked up his guitar, his fingers slowly reached the strings and he began to strum Canon in D.
Cali's eyes grew as Izzy started to wake up. "Cali… what're you doing on the guita- " Izzy stopped when she saw the boy in front of her. "Holy crap, Allerdyce! He plays exactly like you!"
Author's rambling part 3: Ok, so that's my first chapter of what's gonna be my Summer Holiday Fanfic. Just so you know, Joshua Guthrie aka Jay aka Icarus is not an OC. He is actually Sam's brother in some versions of x-men, I just discovered him through Wikipedia so I have no idea about his real life. So almost everything beyond this chapter about him will be made up. Wikipedia him to get a good idea of what he looks like, and read the part about his Romeo and Juliet relationship with a Julia Cabot 'cause I'll be inserting some of that. And it's pretty interesting. I'll update fast this time – I promise. Thanks for reading, please comment and tell me what's screwy and what's good. Thanks.