Hey
You'll be pleased and surprised to see I've updated this story before two months was up.
You may not be pleased to discover that this is the last chapter...
But there is a epilogue coming soon, on or before Sunday ('cause it's actually already been written, shock horror!)....
I don't own anything except the origianal characters....Born For This, Realising It Like That
Today was the day.
Today was the beginning of the end of the beginning of my life. I had discovered myself in the last month, more so than I would ever have thought possible before I moved continents and met some of the nicest people in the world, in my world anyway. That was the beginning, when I learnt to play guitar and sing and write music. The end was now coming, because in fifteen minutes my parents would be here, waiting to take me to Spring City. I had actually never seen my new home, so miserably attempting to look on the bright side – and failing dismally – I sketched out a design for a mural in my new room. I was halfway through the musical notes that surrounded the guitar, bass, keyboard and drum kit when I realised that Camp Rock was my home.
So now you see why today was the beginning of the end of my life. How's that for emo? Well, I try.
Unable to mope any longer, I picked up my guitar, which I had christened Jackson, and was about to strum when the killer idea we all needed walked up to me and slapped me on the face.
"Guys!!!" Damn, I was bad at running. "Guys, listen! I have-"
"Oh, hey Jools. We were just-"
"Guys! I have a cunning plan." And it wasn't just a crappy quote, either.
Two hours later, all was ready. The stage had been set up, the speakers worked and the audience were seated.
"Jools, all systems are go." Matt told me, and I beamed before running to Brown (I was really getting practice at this fast walking stuff).
"Ready, poppet? Excellent, I'll go and explain to the audience the general run of things and introduce the first act."
I nodded, bouncing on my toes like a five-year-old in a sweet shop. I couldn't believe this was really happening, that my idea worked, and people were here, and I was about to perform! In front of people! It was a lot to take in, let me tell you. But here I was, and –
"Jools! Get your butt over here, now!" Oh. My. God. We were on. How did all the other nine acts finish so quickly?! Eliza handed me my guitar and Caitlyn gave us the thumbs up as Brown introduced us.
"And here is the band fronted by the young lady who made this evening possible. I give you – Jools, Matt, Mickey and Eliza… Mirth Empiricism!" Like the name? It was a brainchild of Matt and Mickey.
We ran up onto the stage – the same one used for Final Jam last year – and Mickey and I took our places at the microphones stationed at the front of the stage, with Eliza next to me on vocals and Matt to the right of Mickey and I on bass, with a microphone as well. Since we had neglected to find ourselves a drummer, we had Shane Gray sitting at a huge drum kit, in front of a sparkly banner which read 'Rock It for Camp'.
The lights dimmed, my heart leapt a foot and the drums started. (A/N: Go get 'Born For This' by Paramore up on YouTube now.) Then came the actual music…
"Oh no, I just keep on falling-" Eliza started us off.
"Back to the same old-" Now Matt and Mickey showed off their chanting skills.
"And where's hope, when misery comes crawling?" I sang too.
"Oh my way-" Ooh, another chant.
"With your faith, you'll trigger a landslide-" Eliza.
"Victory-" Chant.
"To kill off this common sense of mine-" Please tell me you get the format by now.Moi. Eliza, the genius.
"It takes acquired minds, to taste it, to taste it, to taste this wine
You can't down it with your eyes
So we don't need the headlines
We don't need the headlines
We just want-"
"We want the airwaves back, we want the airwaves back!"
"Everybody sing
Like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now
Everybody live, like it's the last day
You will ever see
Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now-"
"Right now, you're the only reason-"
"I'm not letting go, oh!"
"And time out if everyone's worth pleasing-"
"Well ha-ha!"
"You'll trigger a landslide-"
"Victory-"
"To kill off this chronic state of mind-" That bit was me, honest.You gotta love that bit, right?Back to Eliza.Us both…
"It takes acquired minds, to taste it, to taste it, to taste this wine
You can down it with your eyes
So we don't need the headlines
No we don't want you're headlines
We just want-"
"We want the airwaves back, we want the airwaves back!"
"Everybody sing
Like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now
Everybody live, like it's the last day
You will ever see
Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now?"
"Everybody sing
Like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me tell me do you feel the pressure..."
"Alright so you think you're ready
Okay then you say this with me, go-"
"We were born for this-"
"We were born for this" And now we had the audience catching on…
"Alright so you think you're ready
Okay then you say this with me, go
We were born for this-"
"We were born for this!"
"We were born for this-"
"We were born for this!"
"We were born for
We were born for...
Everybody sing
Like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure
Everybody live, like it's the last day
You will ever see
Tell me tell me can you feel the pressure now?"
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure
Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure?"
"We were born for this!
We were born for this!
We were born for this!"
And so we were. The audience (which consisted of the parents come to take us home and the odd journalist or two.) were on their feet, clapping. Standing ovation, wow. I looked at each of my best friends – my band – who were laughing just as hard as I was. Mitchie, Caitlyn and Connect Three, who I owed my entire flipping life to, were in the wings, cheering with everyone else, and I could see my parents in the crowed, beaming. Mum caught my eye and mouthed "Well done!" and I was so overcome with the brilliantness of it all that an empath would have gotten a headache if they'd walked in the room at that particular moment in time. I took my friends' hands and we did that theatrical bow thing, with the slow motion headbanging.
I was so born for this.