Just a little filler chapter until my exams are finished :)
Chloe/Katniss Pov
Two weeks later I am preparing to write and release a new album named 'My one true love'. My manager Plutarch said that I need another love song to complete the album.
I try to think of Jason while writing this love song, but it's not working and I don't know why. I keep picturing myself in this alternate universe where I have black hair instead of blonde and my name is something involving Catnip.
I see my sister Laura with blond hair instead of brown and I see my dad Kyle with chin length blond hair and my mom Kara with red.
I see myself surrounded my people who I assume are my friends. I see a girl with spiky hair, a girl with red hair and green eyes, a boy with grey eyes and black hair just like me. But what makes my heart do back flips is a boy with blue eyes, blonde hair and the kindest smile I've ever seen. I think his name is Peter?
I don't know why I find myself thinking about this Peter character who may not even exist, when I should be thinking about my loving boyfriend of two years.
But I can't get him off my mind so I decide to work with what was working for me, Whoever Peter is, I thank him.
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About five hours later, I have a hit song that I'm ready to add to the now completed album. I am exhausted but it was worth it. I think something is wrong with me, so I make a group call to two of my girl best friends; Cashmere Washington and Samantha Lawrence.
"Hey Chloe, what's up," Sam asks.
"I don't know what's happening to me."
"What do you mean?" says Cash.
"I keep having this tingling feeling in the pit of my stomach."
"Of coursed you do, it's love and you love Jason right," Sam asks. But this is when I drop the bomb on them.
"It's not Jason. I keep thinking of this boy who might not even exist. I think I love him."
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It's been three weeks since them and it's time for me to perform the song I wrote. Cash and Sam has been helping me sort through these feelings for unknown person. They tried to convince me that he wasn't an actual person. I am not going to give up until I know that he isn't out there.
I walk out onto the stage and greet the crowd. I broke up with Jason because he started acting like a dick all of a sudden. I walk to the piano and start to play.
Head over heels: Chloe Dames
What do dreamers dream about, when they see your face. What does the moon say to the stars when you look their way? And what does the ocean say when it talk to the river in your eyes. This can go a thousand ways but it's worth it every time.
Where are you, angel I've never seen? Why are you, the hero in my dreams? Who are you mystery guy. I want to find you but I don't know why.
I'm head over heels for you. I don't know what to do. I just want to run away and hide. And keep my feelings locked inside. You are constantly on my mind. I'm head over heels in love with you. But are you real, do you love me too? People can say whatever, but we belong together.
When I meet you, I'll scream your name. I don't care if you aren't from riches and fame. In my stomach are butterflies. My body's turning to a puddle of goo. My heart is burning, beating for you.
Where are you, angel I've never seen? Why are you, the hero in my dreams? Who are you mystery guy. I want to find you but I don't know why.
I'm head over heels for you. I don't know what to do. I just want to run away and hide. And keep my feelings locked inside. You are constantly on my mind. I'm head over heels in love with you. But are you real, do you love me too? People can say whatever, but we belong together.
My insides are no longer cold. But glowing from the warmth you gaze holds. In your hands is where you hold my heart. It was yours from the start.
I'm head over heels for you. I don't know what to do. I just want to run away and hide. And keep my feelings locked inside. You are constantly on my mind. I'm head over heels in love with you. But are you real, do you love me too? People can say whatever, but we belong together.
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I got a standing ovation and I have a lot of interviews lined up for the following week.
