Hey people!! I haven't updated my stories in a while because of school and such. This chapter is 11 pages!! Longest one I've written so far!!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Jonas Brothers, Rent, Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables, Spring Awakening, Jersey Boys, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Linkin Park, Seasons of Love, One Song Glory, the Paramore tee (which I don't think exists), or the song "Miracle". My friend wrote it. Here's the chapter!!
Non-Disclaimer: I own all the characters, except the Jonas Brothers, but they are a completely different story.
Chapter 1: Monday
Ugh. Monday. The worst day of the week. I woke to the shrill screech of police sirens. That's right. I live next door to the police station.
"Hey Tori!! You up?" I heard a voice call. I couldn't remember who the voice belonged to at first, being awoken by the loud police sirens. But I remembered that it was the junior police boy, Ryan, one of my best friends. Ryan was just working as the junior police boy for extra pocket money, but I usually lent him most of mine.
"I'm up now, Ryan. Why are you doing working the regular police rounds?" I called from my window.
"It pays 10 an hour, that's why," Ryan replied. I heard someone call his name. "Gotta go. See you at school!" Ryan said. I waved back to him and plopped down on my bed. I glanced at the clock and groaned. It was 4:30 in the morning and the police were making their daily rounds, looking for drunks on the streets or hoodlums. I lived in a fairly nice neighborhood, but many kids got drunk at parties every night. Let's just say that some sixteen year olds got extra credit in health for having a baby.
I sat up in my bed and looked around my room, something I hadn't done in a long time. My walls were dark colors, giving the room a gloomy mood to it. Pictures from past family get-togethers were all over my dressers. Rent, Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables, Spring Awakening, and Jersey Boys posters were everywhere. (A/N: I'm a total Broadway freak, just letting you know.) Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Linkin Park, and Jonas Brothers posters also lined the walls. I looked at my ceiling and gazed at my picture of Nick Jonas. I was the same age as him and I lived near his neighborhood. His curly brown hair and big, brown eyes were intoxicating and the first time I saw his picture, I fell head over heels. I have been trying to get tickets to a concert for me and my friend, Kate, but the chances have been slim.
I jumped off my bed and walked to my bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My sallow skin was as ivory as ever, making me look as if I had been sick for a few months with bronchitis. My long, dark brown hair was somehow neatly arranged in curls and waves that were unseemingly unmanageable. My short bangs stood up in disheveled spikes that stood up from the top of my head. I took my comb and hurriedly brushed through my hair, making it somewhat presentable. I took a small silver clip and pinned some of my hair back. I inspected my face once more and started to apply my makeup. It was a simple process, black eyeliner, black eye shadow, and black mascara. I put on the makeup and looked at my eyes. Their color changed daily and today they were many colors. Around the pupil was a thin ring of white, followed by a thicker ring of dark blue, which was followed by a pencil thin circle of gold, and was concluded with a thick circle of jade green.
I walked back to my room and went to my closet. I pulled out my gray skinny jeans, a black tank top, an orange Paramore band tee, and black combat boots. I pulled everything on and looked in the mirror. The skinny jeans matched my body curves and the combat boots gave my outfit a boyish tone to it. The black tank top peeked out from the bottom of the Paramore tee and the left shoulder. On the right shoulder, I had cut out stars from the orange fabric and cut the collar of the shirt to match the shape of my bones. The shirt hung loosely off my left shoulder. I completed the look with a black and orange wristband and I went downstairs.
I passed the kitchen, as usual, and walked into the music room. My electric guitar and the piano sat there. I walked over to the piano and pulled out my Rent music book. I started playing the song and singing.
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments so dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?
In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife
In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life?
How About Love?
How About Love?
How About Love?
Measure In Love
Seasons of Love.
Seasons of Love.
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Journeys To Plan
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Woman Or A Man
In Truth That She Learned
Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died
It's Time Now - To Sing Out
Though The Story Never Ends
Let's Celebrate
Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends
Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Measure In Love
Oh you got to you got to remember the love,
You know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love, spread love
Measure, measure your life in love.
Seasons Of Love
Measure your life, measure your life in love
I played the last note and sighed. I stood up and walked over to my guitar. It's black paint and sparkles glittered in the light. There were stars all over it. I pulled out my other Rent music book and started playing One Song Glory and once again singing along to the music.
One Song
Glory
One Song
Before I Go
Glory
One Song To Leave Behind
Find One Song
One Last Refrain
Glory
From The Pretty Boy Front Man
Who Wasted Opportunity
One Song
He Had The World At His Feet
Glory
In The Eyes Of A Young Girl
A Young Girl
Find Glory
Beyond The Cheap Colored Lights
One Song
Before The Sun Sets
Glory - On Another Empty Life
Time Flies - Time Dies
Glory - One Blaze Of Glory
One Blaze Of Glory - Glory
Find
Glory
in a song that rings true
truth like a blazing fire
an eternal flame
Find
One Song
A Song About Love
Glory
From The Soul Of A Young Man
A Young Man
Find
The One Song
Before The Virus Takes Hold
Glory
Like A Sunset
One Song
To Redeem This Empty Life
Time Flies
And Then - No Need To Endure Anymore
Time Dies
I played the last chord and stood up. I put my guitar in its case and put the music book on top of it. I went to the kitchen quickly and got a cup of seltzer. I swallowed it quickly, grabbed my stuff, and walked out the door.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was 5:45. I had Guitar Ensemble at 6:00. I ran to the school and walked in the front door. A sudden warmth floated up to greet me. Cinnamon and vanilla perfume was buried in the breeze. I walked to my locker and put away my books. I ran to the band room and started setting up my guitar. "Hey Mr. Lyman. Where are the rest of them?" I asked my music teacher.
"Their on the stage warming up," Mr. Lyman replied. I nodded, got my stuff, and walked to the gym. I found an empty music stand next to my friend, Kate, and put my music down. I attached my guitar to the amp and turned it on. I strummed a few chords and tuned my guitar.
"Hey Tori. You got the music to the song you wrote?" Kate asked.
"Yea. I have them right here. I added a bass solo for you," I replied. I gave Kate the music and she looked it over. At some places, she nodded, showing her approval.
"Hey Tori, hey Kate. What do you got there?" Erik, one of our friends asked.
Kate answered, "It's a song Tori wrote. You wanna hear it?" Erik nodded. Kate and I started playing the music and I started singing.
Tori:
I feel so different from everyone else,
Nothing feels the same, I don't know how
Everybody seems like their in a trance,
Like their following me
Kate:
No one seems to be going on their own path,
Their going on the wrong twists and turns
I'm one of them; I don't know where I'm going,
I just follow the other person's lead
(Chorus)
Both:
The world is spinning in endless circles,
That just never seem to end,
I get tangled up in the web of life,
And I can never find my way out.
My life is going on and on,
But I don't know how to run with it,
I can't follow the rules,
Because my life is moving, it's moving
Way too fast, my life is changing way too fast
Kate:
I feel like I'm going somewhere that's not good,
It seems to be a bad place
No one else understands where I'm headed
They just follow the person in front of them
Tori:
Everybody forges their own path,
They each go somewhere different,
No one follows the signs leading them somewhere right,
And I don't follow the signs either,
Both:
I just go on a different journey,
I just go on the twisted road,
I just follow the person in front of me,
And I get lost
(Chorus)
The world is spinning in endless circles,
That just never seem to end,
I get tangled up in the web of life,
And I can never find my way out.
Tori:
My life is going on and on,
But I don't know how to run with it,
Kate:
I can't follow the rules,
Because my life is moving, it's moving
Both:
Way too fast, my life is changing way too fast
Yea, it's moving so fast, I just can't follow it,
I don't know where I'm going
I'll just forge my own path,
And break all my rules!
(Chorus)
The world is spinning in endless circles,
That just never seem to end,
I get tangled up in the web of life,
And I can never find my way out.
My life is going on and on,
But I don't know how to run with it,
I can't follow the rules,
Because my life is moving, it's moving
Way too fast, way too fast, way too fast!
We played the last chord and I heard clapping. I turned around and saw Erik, Jesse, George, Sean, and Mr. Lyman applauding us. "That was really good," Mr. Lyman said.
"Can I look at that for a second?" George asked. I handed him the music and watched him and Jesse play it.
"They're really good, aren't they?" I asked Kate.
"Well, they applauded your song and they haven't written any. So I guess that makes you better than them," Kate replied.
"You're really good too, Kate. Don't discourage yourself. Can I look at the song you wrote?" I asked. She nodded and gave me the music. In her loopy handwriting, "Miracle" was written at the top. I skimmed through the song and read through the lyrics. There were many times the song slowed down. It was a love song, I could tell. The lyrics were filled with passion for someone, but who?
I wondered aloud, "Who's this song for?"
"It's a song I wrote about Joe Jonas," Kate answered. I stared at her. "What?" she asked.
I responded, "Nothing. Do you want to play it?" She eagerly took the music from my hand and started playing it.
I've gone for too long
Living like I'm not alive
So I'm gonna start over tonight
Beginning with you and I
When this memory fades
I'm gonna make sure it's replaced
With chances taken, hope embraced
And have I told you
I'm not going
cause I've been waiting for a miracle
And I'm not leaving
I won't let you
Let you give up on a miracle
When it might save you
We've learned to run from
Anything uncomfortable
We've tied our pain below
And no one ever has to know
That inside we're broken
I try to patch things up again
To calm my tears and kill these fears
But have I told you, have I
I'm not going
Cause I've been waiting for a miracle
And I'm not leaving
I won't let you
Let you give up on a miracle
When it might save you
It's not faith if
If you use your eyes
You'll lie
We'll get it right this time (this time)
Let's leave this all behind
Oh, I will get it right this time
It's not faith if you're using your eyes
Oh, I...
Well I've gone for too long
Living like I'm not alive
So I'm gonna start over tonight
Beginning with you and
I don't want to run from
Anything uncomfortable
I just want no
I just need this pain to end right here
I'm not going
Cause I've been waiting for a miracle
And I'm not leaving
I won't let you
Let you give up on a miracle
Cause it might save you
Yeah, it might save you
Oh, it might save you
Let's not fake this
If you use your eyes
If you use your eyes
If you use your eyes
"Wow. That was great," Sean said.
"Thanks," Kate said. They started talking to each other about basses. I looked over at the others. They were still looking at my music.
George came over and said to me, "Tori, this song is really good. You should perform it in the talent show."
"You think so?" I asked. He nodded. Just as he was going to say something to me, the gym door slammed closed.
A mysterious voice called, "Is this Guitar Ensemble?" I knew I had heard the voice somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. I put my guitar down, jumped off the stage and came face to face with three insanely beautiful boys. I recognized them, but where were they from? One was tan, one was partially tan, and the other was pale, almost white, like me. The tan one and the partially tan one had cropped, deep brown, straight hair. Their hair was brushed off to the side in an anime style. The pale one had curly brown hair. And they all had intoxicating brown eyes.
"Hi. I'm Tori. And who are you?" I asked tentatively.
"I'm Nick, that's Kevin, and that's Joe. We're actually the Jonas Brothers," the curly haired one replied. My mouth dropped open as Kate came over to see what was going on. Her mouth dropped open too.
"Oh my Jonas!! It's the Jonas Brothers!" Kate shrieked shrilly in my ear. She hugged each of them and introduced herself to Joe. I was rubbing my throbbing ear.
"Why are you guys here?" I asked.
Nick answered, "We're not going on a tour for a while and we needed to go to school somewhere. And we were living in Wyckoff for a while and heard about this school. And we heard that the band program was amazing." I nodded. I couldn't believe it. I was talking to Nick Jonas.
Just letting you peeps know, my friend and I actually say, "Oh My Jonas!" It's creepy, but that's just who we are.
I wanted to add more hyperness for my character, but it's a Monday morning when the story starts. Tori will become a hyper crazy maniac soon. Don't worry. I'm a humongous hyper crazy maniac at school. I'm off the walls.
My friend and I love Rent so much!! That's why I put in two Rent songs.
Okay, enough of my talk. Hit the little purple review button!!