Morrison/Miz

Rockstar- Nickleback

His name is in all the papers, in the news, and on the radio. His name is Mike Mizanin and he is the lead singer of my favorite band: Myles 2 Ordinarie. He's got this look and this vibe to him and he radiates sex appeal. I have just gotten done at the latest concert when I'm sitting at a bar. I can't wait until I get to see him again.

I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win

Perhaps I'm getting to ahead of myself. My name is John Morrison. I'm not wealthy or even famous. I'm just a man who works as an accountant by day and is the number one fan of the rock band Myles 2 Ordinarie by night. Anyways, that's not the point. The point is that I'm sitting here alone at the bar as I hear a voice ask me, "Mind if I join you stud?"
"Look I don't take dates from," my voice stops as I turn around and I see who said that. There, wearing beautiful leather pants and a black muscle shirt, is Mike Mizanin.

This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house

"Oh I'm sorry. I'll…"

"No. I'm sorry. I thought you were some creep," I say, my voice raising a few octaves.

"Nope, I'm just Mike Mizanin. So, what's your name?" he asks smirking at me.

"I'm J…John Morrison." I reply, my voice coming out awefilled.

On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

Mike sits down next to me and smiles, "John Morrison, I like that. I see you at my concerts all the time. You must be a pretty big fan."

"I'd like to think that I'm you're number one fan." I reply, blushing. My eyes dart from his face to his nicely sculpted chest. "Wow you're hot."

He laughs, "Thanks. You're not too bad yourself."

(So what you need?)
I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club

"So why come up to me?" I ask.

"Well, like I said I've seen you at a few shows. I just wanted to meet you. You're really hot and you seem like a nice enough guy." Mike shrugs. "So, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an accountant. It's not as cool as being a rock star." I reply.

"Actually, I would give almost anything for a nice and normal job. Being in the spot light isn't exactly the easiest thing to do, especially when you're gay."

At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard

"I bet. But I mean, you're so cool. It shouldn't matter if you're gay or not." I reply.

"It does matter to the fans though. I do nice heavy music and if anyone were to find out that I don't really do any of the things in my songs…"
"You'd be just like every other musician in the world." I shrug.

Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame

He sits there, thinking about it. Finally he opens his mouth and says, "You know, I think you're right. All these years I've been so selfish to realize that."

I laugh, "Trust me, I went through the same struggle that you did."

"Really?" he asks, eyes lighting up and a smile coming to his face.

"Really really."

I'd even cut my hair and change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap

"So, John, are you currently seeing someone?" he asks.

"Nah. The last boyfriend I had totally screwed up my confidence. I just had to leave him." I nod. And it was true. Phil Brooks, the last boy I had, hurt me and slapped me around. I decided then that I was never going to be in a relationship that broke my spirit ever again.

"Do you want one?"

We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars

Every good gold digger's

I almost choke on my drink when he asks that. "Um…well…"

"It's a yes or no question," Mike smirks, "You either find me attractive and want to date me or no. Think about it, you and me and forever."

I almost don't know what to say but finally I let out a small and nervous, "Yes…"

"Then it's settled, you want me to date you and we are dating." Mike smiks.

Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I smile, "Wow…

"Wow what? Just think of me as a normal person. That's all I really am to begin with." Mike replies with a casual shrug.

"You're more than that. You're the singer from my favorite band." I reply.

He laughs, "Yeah, there is that fact."

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs

I smile as I can't believe what has just happened. In one moment I'm single and wanting to be with my favorite rock band's lead singer and the next I'm actually with my favorite rock band's lead singer. I guess life just has a funny way of doing things.

So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla on the house)
I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion


Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)


I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who


They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I'm gonna sing those songs


That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser
I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar