Feel Like Rockstar Novels & Stories

Being in that old car meant freedom for him. He could do whatever he wanted at any time, there was no one there to watch him, no cameras or paparazzi, and he could not fake things to please everyone. He put on some rock music, turned on the truck's speaker loudly, and went all the way to the community, singing loudly.

"You're so full of yourself." Thomas's eyes lit up with love and adoration. "I'm always hard as a rock around you. It's fucking torture, but it's a good torture. I know you're scared and honestly, I'd be worried if you weren't, but I'm gonna take care of you. I'll never hurt you or force you to do anything you don't want to. But you should know, once you get a taste of us together, you're gonna want me all day and all night too." Leaning over the counter, I punched him in the chest. "Shut up and get back to work, Rockstar."

Now I'm unsure if I should be proud of hiding my sneer expression. Honestly, I never wanna be a pop sensation. Although I performed with many other pop artists, I won't say it was the best experience for me. I want to be in a band--as in a rock band. I want to write songs about being gloomy and angry and how to fight against the evils in the world. Just be a badass, but for a good cause, you know? Because rock is not always sad and 'emo.' rock is empowerment. It's all about standing up although you're already beaten down, fighting although they gave you a million scars. It's about not giving up and not giving a shit while doing so. I've written songs about my most profound and sincere though

I totally dropped all my inhibitions in front of Alec. “So remember when we were drivin’, drivin’ in your car, you speed so fast felt like I was drunk city lights laid out before us and your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder, and I, I had a FEELIN’ THAT I BELONGED, and I, I HAD A FEELIN’ THAT I COULD BE SOMEONE!” I belted, not caring that I probably sounded and looked like a fool in the process. Goosebumps went down my arms and back as I finished singing the lyrics realizing how perfect those lyrics were for how I felt right now!

The fear that settled in the pit of my stomach after that day has never really left, and I find myself backing out before I even reach the car. I try to distract myself with other activities, throwing myself into work, painting, anything that might fill the void. But it's futile. The call of the climb is persistent, gnawing at me like an unsatisfied hunger. It’s almost as if it’s become an addiction, a need that I can’t fully understand or control. The idea of the rock face, the thrill of the ascent, keeps tugging at me, even when I know the risks all too well. It's a dangerous allure, one that promises a reprieve from the monotony but at what cost?