Belle's POV

I sat at my desk, surrounded by piles of books and empty pizza boxes. In front of me sat a computer with a blank document on the screen, mocking me with its absence of work. I had been sitting here for hours writing essays, finishing assignments. I turned and looked in the mirror that was nailed to the wall beside me. Wow, you could defiantly tell I had been working hard. My long brown hair was in need of a wash, my skin bare of any make up and I swear I looked fatter, having only eaten shitty junk food that didn't require me to be distracted from my study. Guess I would take care of that later, I thought to myself. Now I had come to History homework. I had always found History extremely hard, but I was never quite sure why. I mean I it was similar I English, but it was so factual, so boring.

"Fuck it" I muttered under my breath. I closed that lone window on my computer and did as I do automatically; I opened safari and click my four most visited pages. Twitter, , Facebook, Email. While they were loading I opened the playlist on my iTunes that was my pride and joy, simply named Untitled. It did not hold my favourite songs or my most played, but the ones that inspired me visually. See that's the thing about me, when I listen to a song I think about how the song is arranged, what happened to the writer to make them want to sing these lyrics allowed and ultimately how this would translate visually into a music video. I did this with quite a few songs, though I could only do it with a song that was strong enough to inspire this visual display in my mind. This playlist that sat on my screen contained the songs I could do this with and the ones I wanted to do this with. They were not all deep emotional songs with hidden meaning, they were not all songs that you could relate to and they were not all songs that were mainstream and top 40, about break ups or sex. To me, they were the perfect mixture of both, as was I. I love all this types of songs, all different genres and all different performers. I love bands like The Academy Is..., The All American Rejects, Cobra Starship, Fall Out Boy, All Time Low, Goodnight Nurse, My Chemical Romance and Short Stack for purely their music, the way they held nothing back and just rocked out. However, I also loved mainstream pop stars for not just their music, but everything from their live performances, music videos, perfectly sculpted dance routines. I guess it just fed my creative side more while bands fed my love for fucking awesome music. Everything about me showed a person conflicted.

I attended a boarding school you see, and as I was in Year Thirteen, my year group was housed away from the main hostel. Where we lived looked more like a flash new apartment building. Despite this, our rooms were still tiny. Only a small bed, desk and wardrobe could fit into this room. But I loved it. One point was that it had a door, while the hostel rooms only had curtains separating the rooms. Privacy was a Year 13 privilege I guess. But the one thing I loved was that the walls were made of cork boards covered in material, making me able to cover them with as many posters as I wished. This was where the confliction in my personality began. On one well two Lady Gaga posters and a monster ball set list were pinned next to a drawing of Gabe Saporta as a ghost, a pink wrist band with M&G written across it and the signatures of Cobra Starship. Further along the wall were three ticket stubs: Cobra Starship, Elemeno P and Kids Of 88. Not very many but that's was happens when you live in a country where no one knows where it is. But my favourite part of this wall was my two big Short Stack posters. They sat wedged between my time table and photos of my friends and me. Just as I looked up at these posters a song of theirs came on shuffle. Jack the Ripper started playing and I thought to myself why not share this with everyone else that lives here! I pulled out my earphones and plugged in the speakers. After I turned it up I walked towards the door and open it slightly so that anyone walking past would not be able to escape it.

"Why do you insist on playing that shit?" I turned to see one of my best friends Natasha standing at the door. She hated being called by her full name so we just called her Natty. Her dark brown hair was up in a top bun and she was wearing a T-shirt and fat pants.

"Just because you won't give their music a chance, does not mean they're shit!" she looked at me blankly, obviously in some way amused.

"I did. I listen to Stack is the New Black as you sat there with me and song by song, I told you how shit I thought they were."

"All that means is that you need to give the second album a chance! It's so much better and I know that you will like it! Look, Lily does." I pointed out the door as another one of my friend danced outside of my room.

"I'M BULLETPROOF OH HONEY I'M BULLETPROOF!" she screamed, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. She didn't mind. She let her let her light blonde hair flip around as she head banged while standing in the couch. She loved Short Stack more than I did and wasn't afraid to show it.

"Please Belle turn it off" Natty pleaded to me, "If not her me, then for her," she said pointing towards Sophie. I peered out the door. She was right; she could do damaged to her spine like that. I hit the spacebar on the keyboard and the music came to a halt.

"Hey why'd ya do that? I love and song," Lilly whined. "Yeah and I was enjoying the show!" someone yelled from the stairs, causing the crowd that had gathered to laugh.

"Okay people shows over! I need my homework time and I can't do that with Lilly... Well I don't know what she was doing but it was distracting!" I closed and door as I walked back into my room, once again sealing myself in my room. Homework I knew wasn't going to happen tonight so I opened a folder called 'Video Ideas'. Whenever I thought of an idea for a music video this is where I put it, along with picture of costumes or locations or whatever inspired the idea. I had quite a few but not one for Jack the Ripper. So I put my earphones back in, put the song on repeat and started typing.