Don't believe in fear... (rest of intro)
Have you ever been so scared, to were the word "scared" didn't exist, in the the human language. Have you ever dreamt something that felt just as real? Have you ever been asked a question, and you didn't know the answer? Have you ever felt something that just didn't feel right?
There are those 3 questions that never seem to go away. When I'm surfing the crowd at a venue with 2,500 people there. Is this real? All that I've worked for, for most of my life? Is here, once I pick the Mic up? It sure was. That erotic feeling, of the fumes traveling through your wicked sense. They sing every word, to my new song. Or was it their song? Was it their single, I was taking? The one that raced up to Number 1 for the past 4 months. Was my life made out to be this way? Was this my destiny? Did I really take their song? Did the Jonas Brothers ; own this song?
There are three types of people in this world ;
Phony
Fake
Scared.
I choose to be scared.
JOURNAL OF AN UNSPOKEN, BUT QUITE SPOKEN GIRL.
I wanna know how it feels to scream your guts out
Page ONE
I look before me...
When I seen the light. The bright, bright light. That nearly weakened the strength in my pupils, the glimpse I got from the vibe of the stage. I shivered. Claps roared the stadium, this wasn't a lie. It was just my reality.
My life devotes to this one stage. To a few people in certain, to my voice that which carried me place to place, venue to venue, fans to fans. My life devotes to just this one Journal, that I will share with myself, until the day of my death. Until I either die of old age, or a sickness in which, I'm entitled to it.
Stevie wonder once said "Ability may get you to the top, but it takes character to keep you there. ". Therefore, as much as you're on the top, as much as you appear on the top. You're character, who you are, says & gives it all away about you. You need to pertain yourself to that one person, you were at birth. Me growing up, these were the few people that guided me everywhere.
Carebear: That one rock-corset-punk goddess, she helped me around the industry. The one that gave me the courage to be my music, and to never care what people thought of it, the only person that would be asked how my own music was, would be myself. Myself, would judge myself time and time, single and single, again. Even if it took me forever to get there. I always thought Carebear, was this snotty wench, that just needed to be recognized for so many ambitions this girl had. She pushed me until I couldn't be pushed anymore. She always told me, to pursuer, to have the strength of the strengths time and time again.
I always thought she was this utter non-sense she worked in the music-industry, I didn't know who anyone was. Another thing she taught me was to be scared. Be scared of who will hurt you for the money you make. To be scared of who will one just take it all away by storm. Hopefully that storm won't include thunder and rain.
Emily: My best-friend my life she's been there. Since the word there existed, but though some of me wishes I would've listened to her, and would've never gotten involved with the music industry. I really wish, but then the other half its accumulative satisfied. Music brings great will-power,
I hear a song and am either writing a new song which plays on the radio the next day, because I'm so psyched to record it, and it's because Emily , told me to follow in my own footsteps.
And last but not least, theres myself to be happy with. Anna Quincy. I was stubborn; I'll admit I was, I never looked up to myself,
I never thought you could look up to yourself without a mirror. Isn't it weird? I'm only 17 years old, And I have the power to sell songs.
I have to power to express myself in every inch of words I put into lyrics. I have every power I can not to ever listen to My producer when he says he has a song... That I didn't write .
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"Quincy, get your tush in her!" Gag me please, he just wants to touch my butt.
You might've guessed right, That's my manager, Ged. (No one knows the rest of his name)
"What's up Ed?" I ignored the G.
"We've assigned you to another song?"
My eyes widened , I excitedly threw my Lyric book. At him, he resumed with a head shaking.
"We have one already written for you."
I raised an eyebrow, and murmured. "I'm sure you do."
He threw two pieces of paper at me, "Don't take my heart.."
"And put in on a shelf, I finished.
"It'll be a hit, BELIEVE ME."
Believe is such a radiant word, I started to softly hum the lyrics,
"He's such a flirt
I am the lonely heart
Give it a chance
For our love to start
You'll never see
If you don't give me a shot
To show you what I got
It's too late to pretend.
You know me better than I know myself.
Don't take my heart and put it on a shelf.''
Me likey