Rock Star Life
by Karilicious123
Chapter 1: She's Back
It was a boring August afternoon in Red Bedroom Records studio, which consisted of Peyton Sawyer and Haley James Scott doing nothing except filing paperwork.
"Peyton, I think my eyes are falling a little more out of my skull for every hour we spend here. This is just so mind-numbing !" Haley complained.
"Oh quit your yapping !" Peyton snapped back. "But yes, I do agree. Look, the faster we get this done, the faster we can get out of here ! So let's get moving !" Peyton finished as she resumed filing away.
"Okay," Haley grumbled, "Let's at least turn on the radio though, to give us SOME form of entertainment !"
Just as Haley flipped the radio switch, the room was filled with a familiar sound.
I'm only fooling myself...
"That ladies and gentlemen was Mia Catalano's hot single, Only Fooling Myself off her hit selling, self-titled album that she recorded right here in her home of Tree Hill !" the radio boomed.
"Aw, Mia." Peyton cooed as she remembered all the fun times they had had together in this studio recording that album.
"I miss her too, Peyton." Haley solemnly agreed.
"Shouldn't she be finishing her tour by now? She needs to come home !" Peyton cried.
Just as she finished her sentence, that same familiar voice yelled from the back doorway of the studio.
"How can I come home if I already am?"
"MIA!" Haley and Peyton cried, while smothering the thin girl into 2 big hugs.
"Hey Honey !" Peyton exclaimed, "How's everything!? You have so much to tell us!"
"Yeah. You have details about cities, music, fans...boys," Haley said with a wink, "So much ! So Much ! So Much !"
"Yes, I do." Mia started, "But I just flew in from a midnight concert in Houston, so I am a little EXHAUSTED. Rock stars never sleep !" Mia said with a weak smile.
"Yeah, you should probably go and get some rest, you're right." Haley said.
"Tell you what, how about we set aside the whole afternoon on Thursday to "record" (Peyton said with a wink) AKA you record one cover song and then tell Haley and I all about your year, while we act like giddy children being told a fairy tale or something ! Except it is about the best year of your life !" She laughed.
"Best year, yeah." Mia frowned a little, "Okay, I'll be here thursday then."
"Okay !" Haley exclaimed.
Then, with one more hug from each of them, Mia had left to go home.
The second she had left the studio, Haley turned to Peyton and said "Was it just me, or did it seem like Mia was a little down about something?"
"I noticed that too," Peyton agreed softly, "but I think she is just tired like she said, so I don't think it is anything serious."
Little did Peyton know then that It was serious. Seriously.
*Mia's Point of View
Now, normally seeing Haley and Peyton was great ! But this time, it didn't feel great. I almost felt guilty for pretending everything is fine, especially after all they have done for me. I should trust them by now. After all, it was Haley and Peyton who discovered me and took me out of a life where I was secretly and constantly being put down, and induced me into a life where I was put up and praised for my music; my life. They showed me my true gift for music and they helped me reach all of my dreams, well, for my career anyways.
A part of my wants to talk to them and to reach out to them, but I am too afraid of what they'll say. I am strong and always smiling in front of them, actually, in front of everybody, and I can't give in or show that I'm not okay. Peyton once told me that I am the shining light that people can turn to when they feel like their entire world is falling apart. I guess she never suspected that I'd need that shining light.
Peyton and Haley could probably help me sort out my feelings because they know me better than anybody, but I also know that they have a lot going on in their own lives, and they shouldn't have to be burdened with my problems anyways, especially when I really don't know what my real problems are right now.
All of that above isn't the real problem right now, though.
The real problem is, is that I have to go back home now; the place that drained me from feeling good about myself and about everything in general. But here goes.