Chapter #3- In La La Land
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La La Land by Demi Lovato
I am confident, but I still have my moments
Baby, that's just me
I'm not a supermodel, I still eat McDonald's
Baby, that's just me
Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same in the La La Land machine
Machine, machine
Who said I can't wear my Converse with my dress?
Well, baby, that's just me (ah)
Who said I can't be single and have to go out and mingle
Baby, that's not me, no, no
Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything, because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same in the La La Land
Tell me, do you feel the way I feel
'Cause nothing else is real in the La La Land appeal
Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything, because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same in the La La Land machine
Well, I'm not gonna change in the La La Land machine
Well, I will stay the same in the La La Land
Machine, Machine, Machine
I won't change anything in my life
(I won't change anything in my life)
I'm staying myself tonight
(I'm staying myself tonight)
I don't know why I was doing this song. Maybe I do, maybe not. I don't know; don't ask me. But then again, who would you ask besides me? I'm rambling, so don't mind me. I've noticed that I said "me" a lot...
I guess I'll go ahead and admit it. I felt very self-conscious and erm... insecure. That came out wrong. It sounds horrible, when in fact, it's not that bad. Oh, heck! Who am I kidding? We all know that I'm utterly confused about my feelings. My supposed floccinaucinihilipilification of everything doesn't seem to work, now does it? (By the way, I just had a I-feel-like-using-big-words spurt just then. Floccinaucinihilipilification means: the act of judging something to be worthless or trivial) Sooner or later, I would have to come to terms with everything. But now was not the time. So there.
So Fang was there, in that room next to mine. Fang was there. He was just there. I wonder if...
Nah. He's probably there sending emails to his dear friend from Antarctica. And I hope we all know who she is, because I try to avoid saying her name.
My head in my hands, I groan. Life is so complicated, and I just want to escape and not have to deal with everything. So I do. Not literally, but I jump out my window and leap into the air, my wings snapping open to catch onto the warm air currents that push me up. My strong, long wings push down powerfully, sending me soaring high above everything. I savored the feeling of the wind whipping in my face, and I tap into my super speed...
A few speed-of-light minutes away, I landed on a tree right by the house silently. So silently, that neither Fang nor I noticed that I had landed a few feet away from him. My avian vision eyes landed on the lap by him, where he was sending an email to-
Her.
Before, I had only been joking, being sarcastic. I had never meant it and I didn't want to believe it. But now, as I see him with my very own eyes, sending that email or emails, plural, to her, I felt like I wanted to barf. Not literally, no, but I was disgusted. And that same emotion, what the Voice called jealousy, overcame me. And as silently as I had come, I left.
AN: I know this is a really short update, and I'm especially really sorry for taking such a long time to update, but with the whole reviews, reads, and alerts thing, its been really discouraging and I haven't got the determination, especially since I have very little time. Also, I really want to get this chapter over with, because hopefully, when I ever update again, the next chapter will be much better. So review! Reviews are love! My personal goal is 5 more reviews. (this is not a threat)
