Chapter Title: Famous
Author: cherryXbomb
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi or Ashley Kerwin. I don't own the song Famous nor the CD How Much for Happy. I only own the series that I'm writing and since I'm using other people's things… I'm not sure I own that.
Author's Note: The song is Famous from Cassie Steele's CD How Much for Happy. This whole series is just POV pieces from different Degrassi characters and different ships using the entire How Much for Happy CD. I'd suggest that you check out the CD or at least the song because it's beautiful!
Summary: And everyone would be screaming for me in the audience, not knowing that the real Mr. Nice Guy was among them.
I will be famous one dayThe people screaming my name
I will be famous one day
Your gonna know my face
I'm gonna rock your world
And you won't think about her
After Craig cheated on me, I put my mind into my music. I wanted so bad to just become the best so I could prove to him that he made a mistake. Then I heard about the battle of bands. I called Paige and Hazel in hopes of resuscitating PMS. But we didn't have Terri anymore and PMS isn't PMS without Terri. So we asked Ellie to join and I began to write. But nothing seemed to work until I was giving the advice to write what I knew. So I wrote about Craig. I wrote about how much he hurt me and we named the band Hell Hath No Fury. And I prayed that we would win. I prayed that Hell Hath No Fury would get the recording studio so we could become famous and I could make sure to leave Craig out of the credits. It would be for the pain he caused me. And then he won't think about Manny Santos.
Hot, so hot
Yeah I'm hot, so hot
If we got signed, I know that Paige would get the most time on magazine covers but hopefully there would be a few with me staring out so Craig would go to the grocery store and be reminded of what he lost. He wouldn't be able to escape. He'd turn on the radio and hear my voice assaulting him for the pain he caused me. He'd have to finally feel what I felt when he ripped my heart out of my chest and crushed it into a million tiny pieces. And finally I might have closure, though I doubt that I could ever have closure without seeing his face.
Scream for me, Scream for me
Scream for me, dream of me
Scream for me, scream for me
Scream, scream, and scream whoa
In this dream, he's in the front row at one of my concerts, staring up at me and the girls with his big doe eyes. He's dreaming of me, but I refuse to look at him. I only sing one song to him, Mr. Nice Guy. I finally finished the lyrics and Paige, Ellie, and Hazel love them. And everyone would be screaming for me in the audience, not knowing that the real Mr. Nice Guy was among them. The guys would dream of me and of hurting the guy who hurt me so much. But they'd never know that by then I'd be completely over it.
I'm gonna be a star
My voice will leave a scar
I'm gonna be a star
Fulfill your lonely heart
If we win and I become famous, my words will scar him like he scarred me. But even if we don't win, I know that at the battle of the bands he'll be scarred by my words. I know this because I saw him after rehearsal. He was so angry and I felt vindicated. I was so angry at him for what he did to me I could've cared less that he was angry that my lyrics were a jibe at him. He doesn't want me to perform them but I know I'm going to and I know that I'll be looking at him and singing to him the entire time that I'm on stage. I want him to feel what I've felt for the last few months.
Hot, so hot
Yeah I'm hot, so hot
He wasn't there in the audience as I sang. But so many other people were and they all loved our song. I know we're going to win. My lyrics were perfect and the girls know how to play their instruments. I know that we'll win. Last I heard, Downtown Sasquatch didn't even have lyrics.
Scream for me, scream for me
Scream for me, dream for me
Scream for me, scream for me
Scream, scream, scream, whoa
We didn't win. Downtown Sasquatch did. And though that hurts more than anything, I actually heard the lyrics. It turns out that Craig has been dreaming for me. He has been trying to apologize but I know I can't accept it. The wound is too fresh to be pouring salt on. I know that if I let him in again he'll hurt me again. He'll break my heart and my heart is already shattered.