This chapter might be a little boring but Ally's part is extremely important for the story. Sorry but They don't meet in this chapter, But I swear they do in the next one :D

(Austin's p.o.v:)

I packed most of my stuff into my 3 suitcases and sighed while sitting on the chair in my room. God, I was tired. How the hell did it take me 3 hours to pack?!

I sighed again as my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered.

"Austin, are you ready? John keeps asking where you are every 5 seconds, we're outside in the limo" Dez. I rolled my eyes as I heard john screaming at me to hurry up.

"I'll be there in 3" I replied while hanging up.

Dez, is one nugget short of a happy meal. If you know what I mean. He's been my best friend since we were both young. My parents knew his parents and the rest is history. He was the main reason I became famous. He videoed me singing and posted it online. I became famous a short time after. Then BAM. Concerts, signings, photos, paparazzi, fan girls and all the shit that nobody told me came with it all. I didn't sign up for all of this. But I guess that fame as a lot of down sides.

(Ally's p.o.v:)

"Brainwash the teens, your on in 5 minutes" they shouted from outside the door. I sighed and tapped my fingers on the table in front of me.

"wow, flame. Your actually covered up today!" Emily said in a surprised voice. I smirked and looked down at my outfit; red ripped skinny jeans, a plain black top (that covers my belly bar I might add) and some normal black converse.

"She has a bad hangover, if she tries to walk in her normal outfits she'll pass out!" Trish said as she grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes at her and stuck my finger up. "fuck off, my head still kills" I whined.

"Poor you. Now, I think we need to make our performances a lot more active. I think more dancing, jumping around and stuff like that" Emily said in a serious tone.

I sighed "Ems, if we were any more active the stage would fall through. We dance and jump enough I've dropped 3 dress sizes in 5 months" I said with a yawn.

She glared at me. "It wouldn't kill you to lose another. Now, like I said we need to dance more, and Flame. Your just playing guitar now, the band doesn't need back-up vocals." see what I mean by thinking she's the boss.

"Excuse me, did you call her fat? Flame is a much better singer than the likes of you, Bitch" Trish snapped. Emily glared at her then turned to me.

"Flame, you agree, singings not your strongest point right? You're a guitar player" she asked, danger floating in her eyes. I nodded and looked away.

See what I mean about Emily being the boss of the whole fucking band. She's a control freak about everything; what we should wear, how we should play, what music we should play, how slutty the girls should act, weight. You name it, she'll fuss over it. "Flame, you're getting fat, I need us to be sexy. Btt is supposed to be sexy." she hissed.

This is why everyone in the band hates her. She just has to get everything perfect. She made me take dance lessons and play this one song for 14 hours straight until I got it…perfect! My fingers even started to fucking bleed.

"Brainwash the teens your on now!" that dude, who nobody seems to remember the name of shouts to us. I sighed and take my guitar in my hand.

We quickly walked onto the stage. I walked up to the microphone stand and set everything up. Emily walked up to me and took the microphone and threw it to the stage hand to take off. "S'not like you're gonna need it anyway" she said with a sweet smile. I faked a smile back and began tuning my guitar.

She walked up to the front of the stage and took the microphone of its stand. "who's having an awesome time?" she screamed into it. The crowd cheered and jumped up and down. She laughed her 'sweet innocence' laugh.

"Great. So as you know, all our songs were written by the amazing flame" she pointed back to me. I waved with a smirk.

"So let's get to the fuckin' music then" she screamed. The crowd cheered again and we began to play our Routine; Misery business, ignorance, hit me like a man and leave me alone (I'm lonely) (1)

I jumped up and down as possible, danced as much as possible and tried to play as perfectly as possible. Was it good enough for Emily? Was it fuck.

"Fuck sake guys, Didn't you listen to me when I said we need to move more! You guys fucking suck as performing. I'm seriously thinking about replacing you" she screamed while pasting the room. I rolled my eyes secretly at her.

"Right, Trish; you need to be more rocker. You play amazingly but you play like a dumbass school girl." Trish looked furious put kept her mouth shut. Great Emily was picking us off.

"Dallas, louder and do more stunts with the sticks. Throw them in the air, snap them after the show I don't care just make it interesting" she snapped.

"Joshy. You were amazing baby" bitch. I clenched my teeth as they discussed about how 'better' the band could be. She turned to face me. I could feel the tension rise.

"My dear flame. Where to start? Your performances are lousy you hardly put any effort in. your guitar skills are lacking. You need to dance way more. And your…appearance. Trish, Dallas, Josh. Can you leave the room for a moment please?" she asked. They all nodded and left.

She smiled innocently at me. "How can I put this, your little 'badass' look isn't working when your ass is that big. You need to lose weight honey. I'm telling you this as a friend. Fat isn't attractive. If you don't lose weight in the next 2 months I'll have to replace you. Remember; 2 months" she said with a fake supportive smile. I hid my hurt behind another smile. (2)

"Thank you, Ems" I replied and took my guitar and left.

"Um Flame? You okay?" Trish asked me. I looked away and nodded.

I may act like an idiot badass who doesn't know when to stop. But yes, I have feelings. If you really knew how horrible Emily acted to me, you'd know why I act like I do. When I joined the band 2 years ago. I was only 14, obviously. But Emily was 16. It's always been about looks. When I first joined she made me turn into the way I am. She made me dip dye my hair purple. She made me buy all those contacts. She made me back my belly button, tongue and second ear pricing pierced. She made me get that tattoo on my back of a guitar. All when I was 14. Yes it was illegal but she made me do it. She was the first person to take me out clubbing at 14. I started to wear less and less. I stopped eating properly. I exercised more. I lose my virginity at 15, he was 23. Pretty screwed up right? All to stay in that stupid band. Brainwashed the teens was, is and always be my life. Because it makes me feel accepted. I lost my dad virginity, education and dignity for it. I think I'm positive that nothing is going to stop me being in this band.

So there you have it. I didn't used to be this screwed up. I used to be a normal 14-year-old girl. I used to be a straight a student. A dork. But I had a good life. My dad wasn't ashamed of me. My friends didn't talk to me like shit. My friends were actually my age! I didn't act like a drunken slut. So, even though I talk like I miss it all, I don't. I enjoy being a little whore. I can live with the fact that everyone who meets me hates me. That guys only like me because I'm 'easy'. Because after 2 years of a pure appearance change, I changed along with it. The 'new' me can't get hurt by anybody. Nobody knows how weak and venerable I actually am. And nobody will ever be able to figure me out…ever because when they even try to, they blink and I'm already gone!

I pushed the door of my apartment open and walked in, dumping my guitar at the side. I stormed up the stairs and took out a packet of cigarettes, quickly sticking one into my trembling mouth.

Don't fucking cry…

I truly am weak. I stood up and dropped my jeans and stepped out of them, taking off my shirt as well. I walked over to my wardrobe and pulled out a very revealing red, leather dress. I slide it on and looked into the mirror.

I eyed my stomach, Emily's words running through my mind. "fat isn't attractive" I took off the dress and stared at my stomach. I quickly pulled out a black corset with red strings from the bottom of my closet. I put it on and tightened it until I felt skinny enough. Fuck I can't breathe. After a couple of minutes I got used to not fucking breathing and I put my dress back on. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I actually straightened my hair and put on some brown Smokey eye make up along with some blood-red lipstick, to match the dress. I slipped on some 7 inch black high heels and grabbed my black handbag and stuffed $100 into, before I locked up and headed into the town.

I danced along to the song 'tik tok' by kesha while grinding up against…Allen? Andrew? Whatever his name was. He took my waist and pulled my ass closer to him. I smirked and spun around to face him. "Wanna get out of here?" I asked seductively. He grinned and led me out into the cold. I quickly followed him to his crappy black car. He opened the door for me and I gladly entered. He quickly slid in and drove off in a rush. I watched as he drove me to the other side of Miami. We pulled up aside an average sized house. He got out and opened the door, pulling me out and crashing his lips into mine. I tasted the beer on his lips, it making me gag. We entered the house not breaking apart and he led me up the stairs up to his room. He pulled me onto his king-sized bed and began taking off my dress. I looked around the room while I had chance. My eyes drifted to the bedside table where a picture of a woman and a little boy were. I looked back at him, I now noticed how old he was. He was round about 40-45. And that woman…was probably his wife. and that boy was most probably his son. He kissed my neck and started to nibble it. I quickly pushed him off and jumped off the bed.

I took my dress and slipped it back on "What the fuck? You can't just led me on then leave you little slut!" he screamed while getting off the bed.

I winced as his yelled. "I'm sorry, it's just. I'm 16" I mumbled feeling disgusted with myself. His eyes widened and he became red in the face.

"what?! Fuck sake? Why didn't you say something?" he screamed. He picked up my shoes and threw them at me. I pulled them on. "Get out then!" he screamed. I looked at my bag on his bed. His eyes followed mine to the bag.

"I'll keep that" he spat he took out my phone and threw it to me. "you can keep this!"

He took my hand and pulled me down the stairs. He then pushed me out of the house into the cold night air again and locked the door behind him. Fucking dick!

I took a deep breath and reached into my cleavage and brought out $20. My dad always said keep spare money hidden. I unlocked my phone and called a cab. I looked around for a sign. "Hello?" a voice answered. I sighed deeply.

(1): Misery business - paramore

Ignorance - paramore

hit me like a man - The pretty reckless

leave me alone (I'm lonely) - P!nk

(2): I really apologise if anyone was offended by that part, it's not something i believe but completely part of the story.