AN: LOVE this song. I think it is so Tess. Or TJ Tyler. Either way this song rocks! Reviews are amazing! I would love to dedicate this chapter to Mrs.Jonas13 and have-a-cookie...Cuz they rock!
Disclaimer: Oh how I wish I owned Camp Rock ...Then Natess would sooo happen. But I don't .Sadly.
Song: Hollywood's Not America
Artist :Ferras
Nate's POV
Born Helena Jane
With a restless soul
She moved west to California
Became a centerfold
She was a sweet little girl. She had striking blue eyes. Her blonde hair flowed the wave of the ocean. It felt like the silk of a cloth. She smelled like the essence of a rose. I was her best friend. At such a young age. We were just in the first grade. But we both had made up our minds. She was my best friend as I was hers.
I remember her eyes lighting up . Like a firefly in the dark. When she laughed. When she giggled or chuckled. When she smiled. When she ran. I remember when we were sixteen.
We had made up our minds. We were now in love. We had met in Camp Rock. I hated the thought of her. With us both being stars. I saw her as a spoiled brat. Then the faithful day came. I talked to her. Alone. She was different. She was quiet. She was shy. She was young. I liked that.
I had the thought of us being together. Forever. For eternity. How foolish. How childish. How naive. I wish I could go back. To have her in my arms. To kiss her sweet lips. To bug her with a smirk. To be her Nate. But it all changed. Once she became a huge success. And moved to Hollywood.
But once you change your name
Well the pieces fall
Now she hardly recognizes herself at all
I would spend my days visiting her. She was different. Her good moments were gone. She was now just the singer. She was just the model. She was shallow like her mother. She became conceited like her mother. Arrogant. Ignorant. Just like her mother.
I could not recognize the girl I was in love with. She took me as a joke. She used me for her own publicity purposes. She broke my heart. But deep down I could see her. The real her. The heartbroken girl who felt needed.
The girl who could see her mistakes. And blame only herself. But the fake girl refused to release this "real" girl. She refused to give in. She refused to go back to the days of neglegance with her mother.
Her mother was proud. Her mother actually cared. Or so she thought. Tess was misunderstood. She was lost. And I was determined to bring her back into reality.
And there's never any rain, when you want it
A hollow little game, and you've won it
Looking for a thrill but you've done it all
So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
O yea
Can she not remember Camp Rock? Her true family was there. Her friends. Me. She needed me. Vice versa. i refused to let her go.
She escaped to this vast piece of land. It truly had no purpose. For her. Her career was set on looks and talent. There was no love. There was no meaning. What was she going to do after this? Who would care for her?
Her agent? Absolutely. Not. He would turn his head away like she meant nothing to him Was it worth it? Being treated like a piece of meat?
Go home. You are fading out. You need to find your place. You need to find your people. You need to find me. I miss you. I know you do to. I will continue the search.
The search of finding the real you. Your name will disapear in a couple of years. But with me. You will stay stuck in my head. Forever. Like how our love was supossed to be.
And everybody here's
from somewhere else
You can make a million dollars, but you might lose yourself
And you can take the heat will your heart grow cold
They say acting's just pretending, but even that gets old
And there's never any rain, when you want it
A hollow little game, and you've won it
Looking for a thrill but you've done it all
It ok to look outside the box. Its OK to be optimistic. There is still hope. There is still time. You just need to find yourself. Who you truly are. Where you truly belong. The truth lie back of the mind. But in the front of the hearts.
You are a rose. The thorns stop people from holding onto you. The beauty the rose is pure. The fragrance is around you. You will soon die out. You will dry up. You cannot live forever. Your petals will fall.
You dance on the stage. In a constant motion. All eyes on you. The pressure is large. The adrenline is pumped. Then the show will be over. What will you do? Where will you go?
One is for sure. Someone is waiting for you. Back home. Where you belong.
So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Your dreams were fulfilled. You seem happy. But you are not. I can see through the lies. You are Tess Tyler. I am Nathaniel Reckoni. You are my best friend. You ditched me for the fame. I need you. I want you. You will always be that sweet girl.
I will follow you in my dreams. You will take me no where. We can run forever. But I would not get tired. Because I would be with you. We are inseparable. I refuse to let you go. I reuse for us to be separated.
No other girl can take your place. You belong in my heart. No one else can replace that spot. No one else can ease the pain. No one else is you. Why did you leave? You need to some back. You are the cause of the tears that trickle down my cheeks .
You are the reason why I cannot go to sleep at night. You are the cause of my fear. I fear I will never reunite with you .I fear you have forgotten me. I fear you hate me. I fear for you. You lost yourself. I pray to god. I pray for you to be guided back on the straight path. A path that will carry you home.
Remember Hollywood's not America
And I know what you do when
I know that you
You can be anything you want to be
Home. The place where you belong. You need to come home. I miss you. I cry. But it does not bring you home. I have lost my edge. I have lost my friend. I have lost my one and only love. I have lost the chance to live a Disney dream.
Do you not want to be corny? Or cheesy? Do you not want to live your own version of Cinderella?What do you want? What does your heart truely desire?
I can only hope. Hope that you will come back to me. Stay in my arms and fall alseep. I sing you a song. I tuck you in. I kiss your cheek. I kiss your lips. I whisper in your ear.
"I love you"
Oh. How I wish for that moment. I wish for you. Remember. Hollywood is not America. There is so much more to life. There is so much more than that. Good Luck. I say goodnight. This letter is yours. The song I sing. Is for you. And you only. Just like the space in my heart.
The task of finding someone is so tricky. The emptiness prevents me from moving on. Come home. I love you. You love me. Let us live a fairytale. For once.
So long, put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
So long put your blue jeans back on girl
Go home
Remember Hollywood's not America
Hollywood's not America
It's not America
AN:OK. So that was it. What did you think? Review Review Review. OK. Guuuuys! I need some reviews. They make me sooooooo happy. And encourage me to write a new chapter.
But anyways
I need some help. Please list your 10 or 5 top favorite songs. And the artist. Pllllllllllease. I need some inspiration. Which I am seriously lacking.
Thanks so much
Toodle Noodle!
-SweetSmiles16(Loves you)
