Stay out of my way
Ch 1
Ariana's POV:
I sat strumming my guitar, and humming softly. I had writers block and could think of nothing. Sighing, i set down the guitar, and grabbed my phone. I was watching a video of me in the talent show, when a message popped across the screen.
Jean: ARIANA!!!!!! Stop the music production and answer you dang phone!!
Ariana: Hey!!
Jean: Finally!!! Karen's having a party tonight!! We should go!
I sighed. Jean was always trying to get me to go to parties. When would she understand that I didnt have time for that. If i was going to make it in music I needed a hit song.
Ariana: You know I have to practice
Jean: all you ever do it practice!! One night please!! We don't even have to stay long.
I sighed and replied.
Ariana: Oh all right. But only for a bit!
Jean: YES!! Pick you up in an hour.
Ariana: K butt face!
Jean: I know you won't feel that way later :) bye
I sighed, and tossed my phone to the side. This would be my first party. What do you even wear to parties. I thought back to Jean talking about other parties. Oh yeah. She wore dresses. NO WAY! I went to my closet and pulled out skinny jeans, a t-shirt, a hoodie, and Nikes. There.
Jean soon pulled up, and rang the doorbell about 50 times. I swung it open to find her in a tight pink dress with 6 inch heels! She was holding two bags, and shook her head at my outfit. "Your lucky I came prepared." She said before pushing into my apartment.
In the next half hour shed forced me into a dark blue SHORT dress, and heels. "I can't walk in these!" I protested, as she pulled me up."by the end of the night you'll be pro." She declared, helping me walk. It was a short drive, and when we pulled up I could not believe how many people were there.
I felt like I was on stilts, trying to keep up to Jean. I eventually gave up,
and leaned against a wall to catch my breath. It was very loud, i mean ear splitting! My dress was too tight, my feet ached, and I had only been here a few minutes.
I began to teeter through the crowd, looking for a quiet place. Karen's house was huge! I mean it was a freaking mansion! As i headed down the long hallway, the music got quieter gradually. I opened the first door that was unlocked, and found myself in a music recording room.
I kicked off my heels, and hurried into the sound proof booth. I spotted a guitar. I could practice here, and still say i was at the party. I began strumming the guitar, and words flowed to me.
(I do not own this song. It is already a song)
Tell me when the time we had slipped away. Tomorrow turned to
yesterday. And I don't....know how. Tell me what. Can stop this river of tears. It's been building up for years for this moment now. Here I stand. Arms open wide. I've held you close, kept you safe, till you could fly.
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I was too caught up to hear the door open. I was snapped from the trance by an unfamiliar voice yelling," WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"
I sat strumming my guitar, and humming softly. I had writers block and could think of nothing. Sighing, i set down the guitar, and grabbed my phone. I was watching a video of me in the talent show, when a message popped across the screen.
Jean: ARIANA!!!!!! Stop the music production and answer you dang phone!!
Ariana: Hey!!
Jean: Finally!!! Karen's having a party tonight!! We should go!
I sighed. Jean was always trying to get me to go to parties. When would she understand that I didnt have time for that. If i was going to make it in music I needed a hit song.
Ariana: You know I have to practice
Jean: all you ever do it practice!! One night please!! We don't even have to stay long.
I sighed and replied.
Ariana: Oh all right. But only for a bit!
Jean: YES!! Pick you up in an hour.
Ariana: K butt face!
Jean: I know you won't feel that way later :) bye
I sighed, and tossed my phone to the side. This would be my first party. What do you even wear to parties. I thought back to Jean talking about other parties. Oh yeah. She wore dresses. NO WAY! I went to my closet and pulled out skinny jeans, a t-shirt, a hoodie, and Nikes. There.
Jean soon pulled up, and rang the doorbell about 50 times. I swung it open to find her in a tight pink dress with 6 inch heels! She was holding two bags, and shook her head at my outfit. "Your lucky I came prepared." She said before pushing into my apartment.
In the next half hour shed forced me into a dark blue SHORT dress, and heels. "I can't walk in these!" I protested, as she pulled me up."by the end of the night you'll be pro." She declared, helping me walk. It was a short drive, and when we pulled up I could not believe how many people were there.
I felt like I was on stilts, trying to keep up to Jean. I eventually gave up,
and leaned against a wall to catch my breath. It was very loud, i mean ear splitting! My dress was too tight, my feet ached, and I had only been here a few minutes.
I began to teeter through the crowd, looking for a quiet place. Karen's house was huge! I mean it was a freaking mansion! As i headed down the long hallway, the music got quieter gradually. I opened the first door that was unlocked, and found myself in a music recording room.
I kicked off my heels, and hurried into the sound proof booth. I spotted a guitar. I could practice here, and still say i was at the party. I began strumming the guitar, and words flowed to me.
(I do not own this song. It is already a song)
Tell me when the time we had slipped away. Tomorrow turned to
yesterday. And I don't....know how. Tell me what. Can stop this river of tears. It's been building up for years for this moment now. Here I stand. Arms open wide. I've held you close, kept you safe, till you could fly.
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I was too caught up to hear the door open. I was snapped from the trance by an unfamiliar voice yelling," WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"
um hey i dont know why you think this is so good. It's written by someone who obviously coppiced my screen name and has just made a story like a million others
7/4/13