A/N hey guys saw Rocketman at the weekend so I decided what if Beca was Elton Aubrey was John Reid and then Emily is David Furnish so enjoy
Chapter 1
I remember the day that I just up and left Madison square garden full of people I just got in a taxi ready for my next concert and went to the rehab centre outside New York and I sat down in one of the chairs and the lady asked "what were you like as a child Elton"
"As a child well I was a bitch"
Then I stood up and started flashing back as I saw a little kid version of me sat in a tricycle beckoning me to follow her sing the bitch is back
I was justified when I was five
Raisin' Cain, I spit in your eye
Times are changin', now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back
Eat meat on a Friday, that's alright
Even like steak on a Saturday night
I could bitch the best at your social do's
I get high in the evenin' sniffin' pots of glue, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch
Oh, the bitch is back
Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch
'Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch
Oh, the bitch is back
Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch
'Cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do, oh
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back
"Beca, you're late!
I've had to throw your dinner in the bin, get inside!"
I ran inside to find me gran make makin me a sandwich I picked it up and start munching on it I saw my dad pick up on of his records and set it on the record player after he told me off for messing with his records I sat down at the piano and played out a simple tune my mom turned to me and then me gran came and stood next to me as I played it again
Then as I was older my piano tutor told me I was good enough for a scholarship at the royal academy of music "royal academy of music that does sound nice she said"
"It's only on a Saturday"
"But Saturday is the best day of the week things to do on a Saturday"
"I'll take him Sheila"
"Thanks mum"
So when we got there my gran gave me money for the bus and a bag of chips afterwards I walked in there and she asked "Well have you got any sheet music"
"No" I answered in a quiet and timid voice I then sat at the piano and started playing the piece the teacher had been playing then she asked "why have you stopped?"
"Because that's as far as you played"
"Well quick lip will only get you so far in life"
When I got home I sat down at the piano and started singing and playing the piano I named I want love then my family started singing with me
I want love, but it's impossible
A man like him, so irresponsible
A man like him is dead in places
Other men feel liberated
I can't love, shot full of holes
Don't feel nothing, I just feel cold
Don't feel nothing, just old scars
Toughening up around my heart
I want love on my own terms
After everything I have learned
Me, I carry too much baggage
Oh God, I've seen so much traffic
But I want love, just a different kind
I want love, won't break me down
(Won't brick me up, won't fence me in
I want a love that means something
That's the love I want)
I want love
Then I started playing in playing in pubs but before that my dad decided to cheat on my mom with someone I would dub 'stepmonster' and my mom married Fred who I called 'Derf' in fact he was the one who got me into rock and roll he bought me Elvis breakout album then on day I was in the little local pub and I was sitting at the piano and then some asshat set his beer on top of the piano my nan called "play the one I like Beca sweetie"
So I played just that I played Saturday nights alright for fighting
It's gettin' late, have you seen my mates?
Ma, tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I wanna rock
Wanna get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady, she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
'Cause Saturday night's alright for fightin'
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh
A/N yes I know that I cut off the song halfway through but this is because this so then point when Kit Connor turns into Taron Egerton anyways I'll see you in the next chapter toodles Josh