I sit in my room, my brother's moping…as usual in the next room. I sigh before logging onto my personalized lime green with black loopy scrawl that says my name 'Bella' iMac. I check my e-mail, nothing. Some junk mail from friends, notes from another, just the usual. MySpace next oh, new e-mail from Chris, a cute guy I like. I'll read later. I open a new window and sign on to and sign on, under my brother's name. He doesn't know that he has an account nor does anyone else know that it's lil tommy q, yes unfortunately my brother was in a boyband ugh! I don't know why I claim him? Oh wait I do, I love him. Anyways I open this girls blog, she's the only one I check daily, it's interesting. She composes music, as well as sings and plays. Her music starts out amazing but it ends up going downhill somewhere. I click open her new bulletin
'help me finish?'
Taking Chances, far too close and too far away.
Can't see what we have, it's too close to us,
But too late when gone. Taking Chances
Far and near close to our hearts, is it worth it?
You tell me, and I'll decide. Let's jump.
Then continues, K that's all I have anyone help me please? I smile and jump up off of my bed, and run into my brother's room. "Tommy, Tommy!"
He looks up from his book and smiles "Bella"
"Tommy look!" I say as I raise my iMac up to his face and say "read the music"
Mouthing silently I know he's getting words in his head, putting my laptop on his bed I inch out of the room quietly and unnoticed, as he picks up the laptop.
"ugh Mason! I can't write anything it's all crap!" I complain, "I should be able to write something, I mean I am Jude Harrison professional songstress/signed artist at G-Major for a reason"
"I know babe, but it's been a hard couple of months for you." Mason says as he wraps a comforting arm around my shoulder.
I let out a sigh as he asks 'did you put your song online?' and nod.
All of a sudden I hear my laptop beep, meaning I have a new message and the only thing I'm signed onto is
Dragging my aqua blue apple onto my lap I sigh as I see a reply to my bulletin.
Taking Chances,
Too close to see what we really have
Put at arms length to protect, to keep.
Oh I only hurt everyone I come into contact with but
baby with you I'll take that chance
Love is worth Taking Chances!
Really good song, what made you come up with it?
-a friend
"Mason look!" I squeal "it's way better than my original"
"well tell him that"
"how do you know if it's a him or not?"
Mason looked away like he had something to hide but grinned slyly before replying "please it's like saying I'm strait" as I bust out laughing "sorry"
"apology accepted only if you reply."
Nodding I slowly hit the reply button, before typing
Sitting on my bed in Montana I lazily picked up my book, placing my little sister's laptop aside, finding myself hoping the mysterious songstress would reply back. I don't know why but for some reason I found my self refreshing the computer screen every few minutes instead of reading my book. As I was about to re-hit the refresh button the computer dinged. I eagerly clicked the message Taking Chances and smiled before reading:
Numerous of things made me come up with it, but that's only the chorus, should tie my boss over for a moment anyway. Thank you, everything I've written has been crap lately, and no offense to my producer or anything cause he's like an older brother but he just can't write like my old one could, my old one just got me. Well anyway if you haven't figured it out I'm a artist someone you probably never heard of but im not taking chances. Lol the irony of that statement… thank you again
-a confused singer
Wow that message just reminded me of Jude, how she was always walking in saying I can't write anything but crap, and how I'd old my hand out and change a few sentences into the amazing song she wrote. Or how her and Kwest are like brother and sister or how I left. I should have took more chances with her instead of that one kiss. God I'm such an idiot, I wonder what she is doing now. I hit the reply and start slowly typing before signing off and falling asleep of my ex-artist, and ex-future girlfriend.
K I PROMISED YOU NEW STORY BY TODAY HERE IT IS
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING UNLESS I MADE IT UP
SONG I WROTE, I CAME UP WITH AND BELLA TO SO YEA
I ONW NOTHING, FOR WHOLE STORY HAVE A ? WRITE N ASK
SO DON'T OWN DON'T SUE
