Hey! I'm back! (Finnnnaalllllyyy huh?)

I'm glad you guys liked last chapter! I got many reviews practically screaming at me for the next chapter. So, thank you. That was exactly what I was going for. :) I know, I'm an evil person. Yaddy yaddy yaahhh...

So, this chapter isn't exactly what everyone might expect. However, it is part of the bigger picture. It may not say much, but it's really building up to something bigger... I've said too much already... :x

And my finals start on Monday! Ughhh. I really gotta get going on studying; blehehhhherh.

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally or Taylor Swift.

Ally felt another tear slip onto her messy bed as she read the card over.

Happy Anniversary, Ally!

I'm so glad I met you 'that night' (as you like to call it - I still think it's sacred). This last month has been the best one of my entire life! I feel like I can do anything as long as I'm with you! I know this isn't super romantic or anything, but I didn't know what to write! Sorry! I can't imagine my life without you, Ally.

Love,
Austin

Ally felt another sob wrack her body as she put the card away into her drawer. She had stayed in bed for the past four days, not wanting to move anywhere. Trish had been kind enough to ask her to get up and do something fun, but Ally refused.

Last time she did something 'fun' she totally forgot about the most important thing in the world.

With all this time on her hands, Ally had finished her song, writing in angry strokes across her songbook. She had even ripped a few pages by using her pencil too roughly. Ally sighed as she looked at her book; at her complete song.

Austin.

It was about damn Austin.

That stupid, idiotic playboy who stole her heart.

And still has it.

Ally rubbed her eyes furiously, trying to clear up her head and thoughts. She let another sob wrack her body as her eyes started to water and run again. She sniffed and rubbed a hand along her nose, not caring that her snot was pretty disgusting. Ally pulled her messy comforter up and over her head.

She slunk away in the warm soft blanket, trying to hide away from the rest of the world. Ally sighed and pulled the blanket off when the air was getting too stuffy. She swallowed a shaky breath. Ally reached across her bed to wear she kept a tissue box.

Ally wiped away her tears with another tissue and flung it somewhere. Her bed had been a mess of tissues, broken pencils, drafts and other things. She hadn't even bothered to dump the pencil shavings from her bedside.

Ally swiftly picked the card back up, daring herself to read it again. But she couldn't. Ally gingerly threw it back into her nightstand drawer, shutting it quickly like she was afraid of it.

I can't imagine my life without you, Ally.

Fuck off, not now.

Ally blew her nose in a new tissue and took out her laptop. She had checked Tweeter multiple times, trying to see if any celebrities or even he who shall not be named was up to something new.

Ally sighed and shut her laptop in a quick swing, making it close with a snap. She grunted and reached across the top of her tissue-covered nightstand for her mobile device. She swiped the thing on.

Ally had tried to text Austin, but apparently he either always had his phone off, or had been ignoring her the entire span of four days. She sighed sadly, flinging her phone across the room rather roughly. It hit the ground with its screen facing up. Sadly, it didn't break. Ally wanted to see it break. Wanted a real representation of her heart.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

"Go away!" She wailed, burying her head in her hands. She heard the lock on her door click and Trish stepped in. She held some bobby pins in her hand, not even looking guilty.

"Hey, Ally," Trish said sympathetically, walking over to rub her bestfriend's back. Trish was getting real good at that lock-picking thing.

"Hey, Trish," she said. She curled her head and leaned on Trish. Trish was always there for her, no matter what. She smiled at the thought. Trish gently stroked her wild hair, calming the restless, tangled curls. Trish ran her hand through the mess, getting the knots out as Ally just sniffed sadly.

Trish suddenly straightened, Ally almost falling over.

"Sorry!" She squeaked. Ally gave her a small smile. A sad one, however. Trish looked into her eyes seriously, as if she was about to tell her she was moving to New York.

Oh wait.

"Guess what? I heard that Ronnie Ramone was in town!" Trish waited for Ally. Trish had gripped Ally's shoulders.

"No way! From Ramone Records?" Ally squeaked. "I heard he's one of the biggest star-finders out there!" Ally screamed. Trish nodded and laughed with her excitedly. Ally suddenly felt a whole lot better. Not a huge amount. But a whole lot.

"Maybe it's time to start working on your 'big break' again?" Trish nudged her before walking out of the room, leaving Ally to wallow in her thoughts. Ally sighed and dropped the phony smile on her face.

Ramone-y shmoan-y!

Who cares?

Ally opened up her laptop again, ignoring the fact that her big break was so close. But Trish's words repeated in her head.

Maybe it's time to start working on your big break again.

Ally suddenly wanted to slap herself in the face. Who cares? I care!

Ally suddenly wanted to stop. And she did. Ally rubbed her eyes, once and for all, clearing her eyes. She blew her nose in her last tissue. Ally abruptly stood up, trying to feel confidant again. And trying to get some circulation back into her legs. And her heart.

She tried a smile again as she now felt the energy to go and wash up. She fixed herself up, making sure she was as tough as it gets. No more letting those stupid, pesky boys get into her way.

This was her time to shine.

Ally hopped into the shower, feeling fresh and rejuvenated as the water hit her skin. She took as long as she wanted, and once she was satisfied, hopped out. Ally dried up her dripping mess with a towel and proceeded to straighten her hair.

It took ages, but she was finally finish. Her hair was presentable at last! Ally proceeded to pick a nice outfit. She had sorted through her clothes and finally picked a simple green t-shirt. She got a pair of black tights to go with her snazzy shirt and put on some black slip-ons to compliment her small feet.

Ally let her straight hair hang loose as she ripped the door open, feeling more alive than ever. She had done a great job at getting rid of the bags under her eyes with a little bit of makeup.

"You cleaned up nicely in forty-five!" Trish said, clapping as she jokingly showed her a stopwatch. Ally rolled her eyes. She felt a whole lot better now that she had set her mind to something other than Austin.

Austin.

Where did they even stand now?

Ally quickly raced back into the room and grabbed her book. She already even had the tune thought out and everything!

Four days, and the song was as polished as ever.

Four days and her heart was as shattered as ever.

Forty-five minutes and her heart is still in pieces, but she's smiling for the sake of it.

Forty-six minutes and she's as tough as it gets.

Ally quickly slipped it into a black satchel and put her phone and keys into their as well. She left without another word, slipping away into a world she had always wanted to know.

...

"I never felt this before,
I'm not afraid anymore.
Been writing words on a page,
'Cause I got so much to say.
And now I'm taking the stage,
Woah."

Ally strummed her guitar that Gavin had loaned her. She sat at the park alone, losing herself in her music, feeling plenty great. Ally had closed up the guitar case when people had started to give her money. She didn't want money! - Even though she still needed to repay Dez somehow. But she didn't want their money. This is what she loved doing, and would keep doing it for free, really.

She sang out loud, feeling confident. She wasn't here to please anyone but herself. Even thought she was trying to get discovered, it's important to satisfy yourself before others.

Ally strummed her guitar a little harder, adding a little flare by flicking her wrist every now and then. She had almost pursed her lips when she realized what she was doing.

Austin loved it when she flicked her wrist.

Ally cringed and continue to strum her guitar, showing no signs of difference.

She had closed her eyes as it neared the end of her composed song. Ally let the final notes leave her mouth and open her eyes reluctantly. She didn't have stage fright anymore, but it still was pretty nerve-wracking.

To her surprise, dozens of people clapped and cheered for her. Ally giggled a little as some of them insisted she take their money. She had refused - obviously. Ally had began to just play a tune without words and contently sat under the tree.

She hummed along to what she was playing, letting words dance their way out of her lips. It was just a quiet, lazy tune. She watched as the sun lowered until it disappeared completely from the sky.

Ally stopped playing a little to compose a new song. Or jot down ideas to one. She sighed as a breeze ruffled through the air. She was getting used to them, finally.

Ally continued to strum Gavin's guitar, sometimes chinking to create the right beat. She smiled when she got a catchy tune. Ally quickly wrote down what she just played and added backup chords and transferred it into a piano piece. Ally smiled when she thought of some lyrics to go with the song. She put the guitar down and started to write.

It was getting dark now. Ally packed up Gavin's guitar quietly and zipped her flimsy windbreaker around her small body. Ally glanced around and saw the park was deserted. Ally grabbed the guitar case and put her book in her purse. She was just preparing to stand up when a sudden force knocked her to the ground.

"What the - " Ally's words got cut off as she landed not-so-gracefully on her butt. She groaned as a hand reached out to help her up. At first she thought they were going to kidnap her, since their hand was rough, but Ally soon realize that wasn't the case.

"Sorry, sweetie." The gruff voice replied, still masked in their identity as the shadows loomed across. Ally quickly moved her hand away, returning to the conclusion that they were going to kidnap her.

Ally shivered.

"Relax. I don't think you wanna move away from me." The dark figure moved from the shadows. Ally almost fell on her butt again.

"Y-you're Ronnie Ramone!" Ally squealed. Ronnie nodded his head, clearly basking in the glory of being known. He smiled.

"Sources tell me you're Ally Dawson," he narrowed his eyes at her. Ally stood up a little straighter, brushing her hair out into the front of her.

"Sources were correct," she replied smartly. Ronnie chuckled.

"Let me get right to the point. I've been watching since you've been singing that 'Finally Me' song. I think you've got real potential," Ronnie stated. Ally nodded her head at his words, smiling a bit. She had been working on Finally Me ever since she got over her stage fright. This was the first time it was polished enough to sing out loud.

Ally watched as Ronnie rubbed his chin, coming to a conclusion. She nearly snapped her head off, turning back to him so fast.

"How would you like to visit my recording studio here in New York?"

"Really?" Ally's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. Ronnie nodded and handed her his business card.

"Drop by anytime tomorrow, if you're free." And with that, Ronnie left Ally standing there in the park like a lost child.

Yay! You've made it! Haha! Alright, the next chapter will be an interesting/important/you-might-wanna-leave-some-very-wordy-reviews kinda chapter. I think it was one of the hardest to write, because I wanted to get the atmosphere right. I dunno...

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