I do not own the song 'Robot Love'by Allison Iraheta and 'Back to December' by Taylor Swift!
Ally
My eyes fluttered open, squinting once I caught glimpse of the sunlight that was streaming in through the Practice Room curtains. I recognized the couch that I was lying on―it was the one that my friends and I always crashed on when we were tired. My body twisted over and my head raised slightly and took notice of a boy that sported bleached hair and tan skin.
My boyfriend of two months, Austin Moon. The pop star that used to be only my best friend, but it had developed into something more during the midst of Scary Movie Saturday.
We had pulled an all-nighter to finish one of his latest singles, in attempt to make the deadline that Starr Records had given us. We had barely written the second verse before
The ideal environment to wake up to would consist of birds singing their sweet melodies, because that's how I wake up sometimes. But, for the moment, that hasn't been the case. Whenever I see him, no matter what's happening, he's tapping away on his phone. This excludes when he does concerts or when he pays those little spans of attention while we're writing a song together.
Click-Clack. Bleep-Bloop, Bloop-Bleep, Ring-a-Ding-Ding. Those are the noises that erupt from his mouth except for the one-word-answers he sometimes mutters.
I can completely understand that he had to be on his phone and laptop to keep up with his fans, post videos, talk to Jimmy Starr, his record label holder, but he just taps away to unnecessary actions, such as texting jocks and cheerleaders. He has the audacity to talk to cheerleaders, but he barely considers acknowledging my presence. I think the last time he actually payed attention to me instead of his phone was when I took his phone away from him, and he was begging for me to give it back. He even pried open my hands and nearly broke my fingers in the process. He showed absolutely no remorse, whatsoever. The only time I can recognize him is when he's on stage, singing his heart out. Other than that, it's like he's put on a mask and gotten rid of his personality. Sometimes, he decides against a gig just so he can spend the night locked up in his room, doing whatever he does whilst cooped up on artificial life.
It didn't start out like this though. He started out being your average boyfriend, taking you out on dates and giving you those sweet kisses that would leave your knees handicapped and your stomach competing for the olympics for gymnastics. Now, he pulls out his phone frequently when we're having dinner or talking, and the only time he kisses me is on the cheek when I have a new song for him. Other than that, he hasn't kissed me.
At first, I let it slide, but that was when it was only a few times a day. Now, it is practically every three minutes. He's even starting to fail his classes! I've told him numerous times that he should put down his freaking cellular device and pay attention to his girlfriend and his best friends and his family, but noooooo he apparently needs to be on those things that don't even talk back to him. I bet all he does is play games and text ignorant people that have nothing better to do with their lives.
I've tried and tried to overlook this, but I can't. It's getting to the point where I'm planning on the murder of everything that survives on a battery. Revolution may just have to come to life until Austin opens his eyes and sees that he can't live his life on something that only lasts a few years.
I've talked to Trish about this, and she says that she's not even on her phone this much. Her job is pretty much dealing with electronics! Ranging from setting up a gig, schedulinga recording session, having music stores sell his album, and so much more. Safe to say, she actually is the only personwho makes money by engaging in business on her phone, not Austin. She's handles his entire schedule, not him.
When I talk to Dez about it, he just says something random along the lines of, "Austin needs to grow a pair of turkey legs." Whatever that means. Dez is a filmmaker, which means that he works off of electronics. Which also means that Austin shouldn't be on his phone and computer as much as he and Dez are.
For the past couple of weeks, I've been trying to tell Austin that I've finally succeeded in getting over my immense stage fright, but all he does is nod and absentmindedly says, "yeah, all right." It's nothing close to what he would've said to me before this catastrophe happened.
I don't even know what had started it in the first place. I guess it's slowly developed, but maybe something happened to where he feels like he has to seclude himself from the rest of the world and become one of those guys who only cares about his reputation.
I've threatened a numerous amount of times to break up with him, but I'm not even sure that he hears me correctly. And it's not a proper break up if he doesn't even know that I'm in the room. He's practically in love with his electronics more than he is with me!
Tonight, I'm going to be preforming my first concert, which was amazing sold out in at least one hour. I don't know how I did it, but I guess people just love my songs so much. That, and they all know me via Austin. I've gotten better on my quirkish dancing, thanks to a choreographer that Trish hired. The concert is going to make an awesome set of footage, that's going to be "kick the jaws off of surprised people," according to Dez.
I created a plan with the help of the two of them. What's going to happen is that Trish is going to drag Austin to my concert, dispose of whatever electronic device is on him, and, hopefully, he's going to hear my song. Maybe he'll notice what he's become, a man who's in love with a robot. I don't know what else to, so I'm on high hopes that the song's going to work. Otherwise, I don't know what else will.
As I stepped out on stage and allowed myself to reflect the blinding light, the crowd roared with applause and screams, filling the small stadium with the load of cheer. I now know how Austin used to feel, before he devoted his life to a bundle of wires.
I gripped the gold-bedazzled microphone and held it close to my mouth, my many rings slightly weighing down my petite fingers. "How are you guys doing tonight?" I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster with the spur of the moment. With this being a night-time concert, there were a lot of blinding spotlights. It was going to be harder than ever to search the crowd for a mob of blond hair, but I was going to attempt the best I could. Besides, there aren't that many people here. But, to my dismay, I couldn't find his beach-blond hair and his face that was lowered while he tapped away on his phone.
After I preformed all of my songs, except for the one that was to catch the attention of a certain pop-star. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Trish pushing Austin into the crowd. To my surprise, he didn't have any cupcake-sized object in his hand. Looks like Trish was able to get rid of them before she forced him to come here.
We locked eyes, I suddenly gained a boost of confidence, and I swore sparks flew in the process. I knew that this was going to be the best moment of my life for a long time. The way his eyes stood out in a crowd reminded me that this battle was worth fighting for, no matter how odd it seemed.
Once the drums started beating, I held the microphone a few inches away from my mouth. In that moment, I had never felt so nervous during the entire concert, but this song was doing something to me. I guess it's because it's the first song I'm going to be singing in front of Austin.
You can do this, Ally. Just focus on the words, let the music flow through your heart like blood, and keep your head wrapped around it.
"Waking up to the sound of
Text messages and typing in my ear
Just can't wait to check your e-mail
Now baby baby connect with me instead
Technology sucks (sucks)
I wish I could change all your numbers
Put your phone underwater, and uh
If your gadgets spoke back
I would have to ask why you won't let up
You're such a home wrecker
Oh oh oh, Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
My boyfriend's in love with a robot
Table for three, we got a third wheel
Me and you and your artificial Intel
You can't keep your hands off her
She's beep-beep-beeping over every other word
Technology sucks (sucks)
I wish I could change all your numbers
If your gadgets spoke back
If your guy just wrote back
I would have to ask why you won't let up
You're such a home wrecker
Oh oh oh, Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
My boyfriend's in love with a robot
Oh oh oh, Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
My boyfriend's in love with a robot
I cannot save you now (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh oh)
Love's not mechanical, sometimes I wanna be
Talking on your phone (sucks)
Busting up your laptop
No more, no more, no more robots
Talking on your phone (sucks)
Busting up your laptop
No more, no more, no more robots
Oh oh oh, Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
My boyfriend's in love with a robot
Oh oh oh, Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)
Give me my, give me my baby back
Ooh Na Na (hey)"
As soon as the song finished, I glanced over at the spot that I saw Austin and Trish were standing in earlier to see that Austin wasn't present, only Trish. Where could he have gone? I guess I lost myself in the music so much, that I didn't see that he possibly left during the performance. I took notice that Trish looked around her, and then ran right out. I guess she didn't notice that he left as well.
After the wave of applause died down, I brought the microphone up to my tired lips once again. "Goodnight, Miami!" I yelled, walking off the stage and into the backstage. This was my designated rendezvous so I could meet up with Dez and talk about the footage he got and what he thought about the concert.
And, soon enough, Dez came running up to me, excitement written all over his face. "Ally! Ally! Ally! Ally! Ally!" He yelled. He had his portable video camera strapped to his hand, which was dangling from his side. He had told me earlier that he would have cameras that were set up take the professional recordings, but he would use this one to post on the website.
I suddenly grew nervous as he approached closer and closer. "How did I do? Was I good enough?" I asked him, bringing my hands together.
He chuckled. "Good enough? Ally you were amazing! That was the best performance that I've ever seen!" He said, eyes widening. "This is going to make great stuff! Plus, I can have it on the internet by tomorrow night!" He smirked, getting a little cocky with his abilities. I don't have any doubt that Dez can do it, but sometimes I wonder if under all that crazy is a smidge of arrogance…
"Ally! You did amazing!" Someone belted. I looked over past Dez's shoulder to see Trish running up to me. I engulfed her in a bear-hug.
"Thank you so much Trish!" I pulled away from the hug and allowed myself to take a deep breath. I had just finished my first concert. This was a big deal.
My nervousness grew into seriousness. "Did you...?" I trailed off, knowing that she would know that I was referring to Austin.
She shook her head solemnly, hands finding their way onto my shoulders and she shot me a sympathetic glance.
"No," she apologized, "I'm sorry, hun, but he disappeared without me knowing…"
How could he just run away from me performing? Was I really that awful? Did the crowd only cheer me on because they didn't want Austin getting mad at them?
That wouldn't happen―Austin barely even checks his fan page anymore. He wouldn't even listen to me if I told him that they booed me.
I sighed, my hopes crashing down.
"YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!" I screamed, slamming the door shut as I walked into the Practice Room. Austin stood by the piano, hands gripping the edge harshly, his knuckles turning white as his face turned red. "ALL YOU DO EVERY DAMN MOMENT OF THE DAY IS TEXT PERSON THAT ONLY DISTRACTS YOU FROM YOUR CAREER!" In my anger, I grabbed a nearly-empty cup of water and threw it at his back, not caring about the regret I was going to face later on.
Austin tensed up, turning around to face me, his phone conveniently placed in his hand. Anger flared in his eyes and I could see that he was just as mad as I was.
"WELL, MAYBE I WOULD SPEND A LITTLE LESS TIME ON ELECTRONICS IF YOU ACTUALLY SAID SOMETHING INTERESTING EVERY NOW AND THEN!" The grip he had could've broken bones in an instant, and the fearful part of me was thinking that he may hit me.
I grabbed my cell phone that was tucked in my pocket and flung it at his chest, hard. "IF YOU ACTUALLY PAID ATTENTION, THEN YOU WOULD KNOW THAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO BREAK UP WITH YOU FOR THE PAST TWO MONTHS!" I took a step closer to him, trying to make him see what he's done to me, what he's done to all of us.
"NOW, I WISH I WOULD'VE PAID ATTENTION SOONER! THEN, WE COULD'VE BEEN OVER MUCH EARLIER!"
I was fuming with anger. But, now, it was no transitioning into sorrow. He was just saying that because we're in the heat of the moment. He doesn't mean that―he's just saying things that aren't true. You have been as good as you can be to him.
Why do I feel like I have to match his anger with my own?
"IT SEEMS LIKE A DAMN GOOD IDEA RIGHT NOW, TO ME!" I shouted.
Suddenly, Austin rudely walked past me, bumping my shoulder harshly.
"Where are you going?" I inquired.
He turned around, annoyed, and flashed me one last glance.
One that told me that this was done, probably for good.
"Merry Christmas," he hissed, before walking out and slamming the door shut.
Once I was sure he had left the closed store, I broke down. I fell on the floor, curled up against the couch, knees pressed against my chest. My brain was finally processing that he didn't love me anymore.
We were over.
I thought that I could fix things between us, but I guess it's impossible.
Just like us.
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