Feel Like Rockstar Novels & Stories

Writer " You light up my world," Andrew heard that particular voice he has somewhat become familiar with in this dark place say to him. He couldn't understand why that sentence felt so familiar to him. He had been in this dark place for far too long, and every time he heard them speak with him, this person's voice, in particular, made him happy and sad at the same time.

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Trey was certain Dare knew that from experience. “Reagan, sweetheart, you really need to work on your cool rock star veneer while you’re on tour with Sinners,” Dare said. “No matter how excited you are about something, you have to pretend it’s the most f**king boring thing you’ve ever encountered. It’s pretty much expected that you act that way. Like it or not, honey, you’re a rock star now.” “I am?” Dare nodded.

XAVIER ROCKWELL I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words I wish I found some chords in an order that is new I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think

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It’s just too ridiculous to believe. Regardless of my dreams, I wake up feeling restless. My energy is depleted once again. I don't know what it is, but lately, all I feel is exhaustion. The urge to sing is almost a compulsion now. It terrifies me to no end that what happened last time will happen again. Everyone thinks that it was a freak accident, but I know better. I know that my songs do unexplainable things to people, especially when I have no control over them.

“Are you nervous?” I am nervous and excited at the same time. Dad and Cali convinced me to fulfill my dream of becoming a singer and here I am, doing what I loved the most but will people like my music? What if they don’t patronize me because I’m not a sixteen-year-old pop singer? “You’ll do great, Ren,” Cali mumbled in my lack of response, grasping my shaking hands. I gave her a lopsided smile, “what if they don’t like me?”

Harrison was always the partier, the Hype Boy, while I was the shy guy in the background behind him, watching him in awe as I saw how he enjoyed his life to the fullest. Why was I never able to do that? I’ve never been able to let loose and be as carefree as any of the people currently in this bar. I envy them, truly. To know who you are and how to enjoy yourself. Comparatively, I’m like a rock in water; surrounded by free-flowing water and watching it being its lively self all around me, yet trapped at the bottom under the weight inside of me. No one expects a rock to flow like water, it’s not how we’re built. Rocks are supposed to look a certain way and simply be as they are, it’s impossib

I asked when we were finally left alone. "I thought you knew. That actually explains a lot from our first encounter but it was nice seeing you at my concert." He smiled. "I just liked how you made me feel like a normal person, it hasn't changed even though you know that I am a rockstar." "You're still the drunk guy who passed out on my couch in my eyes." I said laughing. "You're never going to get over that are you?" "Nope, you're never going to hear the end of it."

He's quiet for a long moment. "I'm trying to feel something. Anything. I've been performing the same songs for two years and I feel nothing. I'm on autopilot. Going through the motions." He looks at me. "Last night in Portland. When I played those new songs. I felt something. Fear. Excitement. Alive. I haven't felt alive in years." "So you're willing to destroy everything just to feel something?" "Yes." The honesty breaks my heart a little. "There are healthier ways to feel alive."