AN: okay, so, wow. I am doing a second chapter the very next day. This must be a record for me or something ;p anyways, I know I said I wouldn't continue if I didn't get reviews, but this WOULD NOT get out of my head. I still need reviews though
COPYRIGT: same as always, I don't own anything but the plot and lacey
I looked at my parents disbelievingly. "Me, coming on tour, with you? Since when?" They looked at me funny, and told me that they loved me. I rolled my eyes, "My brothers won't want me there, will they?"
"Well, we don't have a choice, do we?" Shane told me. I groaned and flopped down on the couch. They all took turns explaining what would happen. Apparently I will get my own bunk in the tour bus, and I could bring anything I wanted so long as I didn't take up the whole bus. This was actually starting to sound, dare I say it, fun!
"We are leaving tomorrow morning, so go get packed!" my dad exclaimed. I smirked and walked back upstairs. I pulled out my messenger bag and packed all my favourite band t-shirts (AFI, ACDC, Good Charlotte, Led Zeppelin, and an Ozzy Osbourne one), a couple pairs of skinny jeans, a pair of beat up low top black Converse, and high-top purple Converse. Then I packed all my lingerie, and toiletries. I grabbed a black NBA draw-string bag and put my notebook that I write my songs in, a couple pencils, pens, and then I grabbed my guitar. I put my bags by my bedroom door, and climbed onto my bed to watch a movie.
The next morning, I brought all my stuff down to the bus. "Since when do you have a guitar?" Jason asked me. I shot him a look, "Since I bought it, dumbass". My parents look disapprovingly at me, but didn't call me on it. I dragged my bags onto the tour bus and put them in my part of the bus. The rest of my family was going to be sitting in the drivers part of the bus for the rest of the day, so I pulled out my guitar and started to sing.
Do you ever feel like breaking down? No you don't know what it's like To be hurt Do you wanna be somebody else? No you don't know what it's like To be hurt No one ever lied straight to your face To be hurt
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
When I stopped the buzzing from my guitar's strings and looked up, my family was standing there. I felt my eyes widen and I quickly put my guitar away. After a couple minutes of them looking at my in amazement, I snapped, "what?" They just continued to stare at me. I got down from my bed, and was about tp push pass them when someone said something.
"Lacey, that was amazing", Shane almost yelled, "I didn't know you could sing like that!" I smirked at him and told him, "You don't know much about me at all, Shane". He looked down at the ground, hurt.
"Lacey, you haveto be our opening act. Will you, please?" Nate asked me. I considered it for a moment. If I was their opening act, I would probably become famous, not for my music, but for being their sister. Well, that isn't going to happen, because I will make the most powerful music that anyone has ever heard. "On one condition, I get to keep my name as Lacey Grey".
Theyall quietly discussed it, and eventually told me that I could. I grinned, and pulled out my notebook.
AN: the song is Welcome To My Life-Simple Plan. I really thought it fit her life well