A/N: The songs that are mentioned in this chapter belong to
Gives you hell: All American rejects
Style: Taylor Swift
Blank Space: Taylor Swift
Roar: Katy Perry
Decode: Paramore
Blank Space-Style Mash-up: Louisa Wendorff Dawson
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Why? Why must I be famous? Why couldn't I be like the other kids my age and just be a kid? Because of him. The idiot I had to call my father for 12 long years before he disappeared off the face of the Earth. My name is Bella Swan and believe me I wish I wasn't. People know me as the singing legend Freya Charlton, aka founder of the world wide known band Eclipse. We have had over 50 hit singles and the top ones being, Gives you hell, Style, Roar and Decode. I have been in the music business since I was 12. I'm just going to be blunt, My father abused me, My mother abandoned me because apparently she was getting the worst of it, she didn't know what he did to me. I was scarred for life, literally, I had scars everywhere and I'm pretty sure I've broken most of the bones in my body except my back and neck. Only one person apart from my uncle that knows about my past is Jake, his parents dumped him with Charlie and me when he was 8 so he was around when Charlie did his worst. My uncle adopted us when Charlie disappeared and that's how we became famous. Jake becoming Jackson Charlton and me becoming Freya Charlton, my uncle was world famous for his recording studios in New York called Charlton Music. When I was 17 Marcus, my uncle, died in a car crash with a drunk driver. So now here am being shipped off to Forks to live with Queen and Princess Slut as unfortunately they are my only family left. We are about to land and I get a text from Jake wishing me luck and to stand my ground against them.
Once the plane landed I went to go and get my luggage. Of course when I reached my 'family' Little Miss Princess didn't want to ruin her nails so she made me carry all my luggage including my guitar case. We went to what I assumed was their car. An old ford escape that looked as if it would fall apart any minute. But then I had an Aston Martin Vanquish back in New York, it was such a shame that I couldn't take it with me. Instead I had to wait 5 weeks till my precious Audi Coupe would arrive till then I apparently had to walk to school because Princess Tanya didn't 'want to get her seats dirtied from my pathetic little be-hind but I had to because her mum Irina said to keep up appearances I would have to' of course I wouldn't tolerate any of her crap so I offered to walk to save me the trouble of hearing her rant at the tiniest detail. When we made it home I went straight to my room locked the door and got my guitar and started to play one of my mash-ups
Blank Space and Style Mashed up into one song that Jake and I would often sing together
I got that James Dean day dream look in my eye
(So it's gonna be forever)
(Or it's gonna go down in flames)
You got that red lip classic thing that I like
(You can tell me when it's over)
(If the high was worth the pain)
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.
(Got a long list of ex-lovers)
(They'll tell you I'm insane)
Never go out of style
('Cause you know I love the players)
Out of style
(And you love the game)
Midnight,
You come and pick me up, no headlights
Long drive,
Could end in burning flames or paradise
'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name
I got that James Dean daydream look in my eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that I like
And when we go crashing down,
we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
Out of style
Fade into view, oh,
it's been a while since I have even heard from you
I should just tell you to leave 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads but I
Watch us go 'round and 'round and 'round each time
I got that James Dean day dream look in my eye
(So it's gonna be forever)
(Or it's gonna go down in flames)
You got that red lip classic thing that I like
(You can tell me when it's over)
(If the high was worth the pain)
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.
(Got a long list of ex-lovers)
(They'll tell you I'm insane) Never go out of style
('Cause you know I love the players)
Out of style
(And you love the game)
I got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt
And you got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
Out of style
'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name
Midnight,
You come and pick me up, no headlights
Long drive,
Could end in burning flames or paradise
I went to sleep crying, wishing that Jake could have been here.