Love in a rock star life isn't always easy, but we can try
Chapter 1 getting the job
WTFH?! I've been playing too much guitar hero 3!!!!! Kill me now!!! Plus I can't help it if the singer in GH3 is a hottie, anywho enjoy
I was looking through the newspaper, trying to find a job. 'Why does America have one too many jobs to choose from!?' I yelled stressed out tossing the news paper into the air until one little part landed on top of my face: ROCK STAR GODS NEED A SUPER-ROCKSTAR GUITARIST is what the little part said, 'I've just found my dream job! I play the guitar and I'm very good at it autistic and electric both!!' with that I drove my jeep down to the address. I rang the door bell and noticed a group of men staring at me like, 'a babe!?' I growled, 'just give me the guitar!' the man with fairly long brown handed me the guitar, that's when my career began.
Our first gig- 'this is my…wait our first gig?! Some little party?!?!' my thoughts were yelling. 'By the way, babe what's your name?' I was silent, 'first off it's not babe…Angela.' He smiled, 'I like that name, suits you…' I paused. Was this guy really a rock star, or just some pretty boy? Right after the gig, we all heard clapping, 'now who's the singer?' Eddie (I think that's his name??) walked up, 'what'd you want?' he grinned, 'down to business, like that…anyway I like what you guys do and I was wondering if you and your band would like to sing at my club?' the agent handed Eddie his card. 'Angela, pack your things, a new party's got our names on it!' I smiled and said, 'alright, I'm there!!' I was somewhat confident, 'as long as we don't go to London, I'm fine…'
Memories- I was born a princess, in royalty, but I wasn't exactly what my mother or father wanted out of me. My instruments I did well, as well as how to prepare myself for the day but manners and speech, not as much. I was the only one who listened to rock, which made my parents come to the conclusion that music was 'possessing' me and tried to deal with me. So my father decided to have a talk about the rock music. I told him to back the fuck off and let's just say he didn't appreciate the 'black sheep' potty mouthing. That ended up with me taking a hundred different beatings over and over and so on. After that I decided to move out the 'castle' and go to America where I can be a rock star and not get punished for it.
The aftermath of the 2nd gig- we were all called back to meet some agent. The man who hired us to begin with was explaining everything to all of us, 'this is Angela, she's practically the only babe in the band…' Eddie explained. He chuckled at my face which meant I was annoyed and embarrassed by the word babe. Lou smirked, 'Angela, I love that name, which suits a hot and beautiful girl like you…' Eddie glared at Lou for some reason, a glare that meant 'back off!' everyone in the room was confused, but out of everyone I was the most stunned. 'Just sign here and everything I said can be yours.' Eddie signed the paper and hence we began making the music video.