Hi, I wanted to do this song, and it might have been done before, but who cares?
I hope you like it
Teardrops On My Guitar
Taylor Swift
"Sonny!" someone called for the tween star to go to rehearsals, but she was already busy. The girl sat cross-legged with her guitar across her lap, randomly strumming cords. A. F. B. it made no difference to her, it was beautiful to her. Actually, Sonny was good at playing, but it was one of her hidden gifts, one of the ones she didn't like to share now that everything she did got broadcasted to the entire free world. This was something personal, something special, and something that would be commercialized and abused on TV.
Her songs were too slow, too sad; they had an essence of pure country to them, and something she didn't want to be corrupted. Although, she didn't just make up songs, no, they were based on people and experience, and one person in particular…
So many different names, every one the same.
"Sonny!" the same voice called again, only louder. She blew her strait, brown, hair out of her face and tiredly got up, holding the guitar by the neck, and walked over to her dresser, sliding the instrument snuggly behind the table, out of sight.
"Coming!" she called to no one in particular. She walked out of the room and into the hallway, skipping a little. Her face was down, and she ran into something warm, a body, she looked up about to apologize to the poor stranger, until she saw who it was. Her innocent eyes twitched into a glare.
"What do you want Chad?" she said sourly.
"Sonny, you ran into me," Sonny's face turned five shades of red and she looked away.
"Yeah, sorry about that," she murmured.
"What's that?" Chad said sarcastically, "Did the proud Alison Monroe just…apologize?"
"Ha, ha, very funny Chad," Sonny said. She glanced back up into his eyes, his deep blue eyes, getting lost, she could feel herself starting to lean, but she stopped herself before he noticed, a smile spread across her face: a self defense reflex.
"Creepy…" said Chad, but Sonny couldn't hear right, her mind was swirling with possibilities, of her and him, and him and her. Chad's phone beeped
"Ooo, hold on a sec, just got a text from my girlfriend, Jamia," that snapped her out of it.
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need
And everything that we should be
"Girlfriend?!?!" Sonny almost shrieked.
"Yeah…" Chad raised an eyebrow in amusement, "Jamia Holmes, actress-slash-singer-guitar player."
"Actress?" Sonny asked/said in a small voice.
"Yeah, hey are you okay?"
Sonny's mind had created it own…Jamia Holmes. Tall, blond,, curvy, beautiful, smart, talented, just perfect. Green orbs for eyes, and flawless slightly tanned skin. It made Sonny shiver in disgust.
I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without
"You know you have a pretty easy job," Chad said, waking Sonny back up.
"What?"
"Relax sunshine, you just seemed kinda out of it, had to get you back," it took a couple minutes for Sonny to get what he'd said. Then she started giggling. Chad smirked.
"Acting is pretty easy," Sonny agreed with him, still giggling.
"Yeah but the easiest job in the world has to be coroner. Surgery on dead people. What's the worst thing that could happen? If everything went wrong, maybe you'd get a pulse," Chad said, which only made Sonny laugh louder, Chad liked her laugh.
"Okay," she said between laughs, "you could not have made that up on the spot,"
"Sonny, I'm offended," he put on a fake expression and put his hand on his chest to mock pain, "Dennis Miller said that,"
"I knew it," Sonny said with a smile on her face, she lightly punched his arm, "you set that up didn't you,"
"Hey! It takes work to make a comedian laugh!" Sonny's smile broadened.
Someone tapped her shoulder, but she was caught up in the moment.
Drew talks to me
I laugh 'cause it's just so funny
I can't even see
Anyone when he's with me
"Do you love her," Sonny said seriously.
"Yeah Sonny, I'm in love," he said softly.
"With Jamia…"
"Yeah, Jamia…her"
He says he's so in love
He's finally got it right
I wonder if he knows
He's all I think about at night
Sonny thought back to the many times she cried while playing, her tears falling onto the acoustic. All her song lyrics, they're all about him. She's in love with him and he didn't love her back. Heartbreaking.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
"Um…Sonny," the guy who tapped her shoulder said, "you got to go to rehearsal, now,"
It was Marshall's intern, what's-his-name.
"Looks like you got to go," said Chad, he brushed past Sonny, hands in his pockets, her breath caught in her throat. She kept watching him until he rounded the corner: out of sight.
Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
Her mind wasn't on where she was going when she followed the intern to the studio. And she wasn't thinking about how her cast was scolding her for being late. And she wasn't thinking about the lines she kept messing up. She was thinking about Jamia Holmes, and how lucky she was, how she shouldn't take it for granted that she was the apple of Chad's eye. How Sonny wished she was the apple of Chad's eye, wished so desperately.
She better hold him tight
Give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
And know she's lucky 'cause
Sonny ran back to the dressing room, slammed the door behind her. Tears were streaming down her face. She got out her guitar, and started on a familiar chorus that she thought fit well here.
"He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do"
She took her car home alone. Every once in a while she'd glance at the empty passenger seat next to her, wishing it was filled by a certain blond heartthrob. She got home and found a note taped to the fridge, telling her that her mom was going to be out late. She got ready for bed, and dimmed down the lights she pulled the photo she had of him out from under her pillow, stroked it gently with her thumb and put it back.
So I drive home alone
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down
And maybe get some sleep tonight
She remember what she was suppose to do, and got up quietly from her bed she moved stuff out of the way of her computer desk and goggled 'Jamia Holmes' and a big NO RESULTS popped up. Huh, her elbow hit her ipod, knocking it to the ground, as it hit, it started playing.
"'Cuz he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do"
She started to climb back into bed, a million things on her mind
He's the time taken up but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
Okay, there's the end, please review.
(A little boring author note but I'm a little brain dead)
