Feel Like Rockstar Novels & Stories

I had never sat this close to him. Then he spoke out of the blue. "Do you want to trample upon them? Henry, Chloe, and all your bullies. Do you want to make them pay?" I froze, blinking my eyes as confusion shot through me. "What if I told you I could reshape your life? Make your dream real?" He offered, his eyes blank. "I'll make everyone who's ever laughed at you, beg to be in your presence." My lips parted as waves of shock sparked through me. Does that dream exist? Is that even possible to achieve?

We are sharing in one straw. Raven turned on the music player. Exactly, I smiled when the song is relatable to road trippings. I sing together with the song. It gives me chills and refreshing feeling, combining with the warm blowing of the wind from the window. "You have a voice, baby." "Maybe, kind of," I chuckled. "You're so talented. You can dance and sing. I remember you scratching disk at the bar," "Hm! Yeah! I miss doing that. I really love music. How about you?"

It’s true that I’ve spent the past eight months being even less than that with him, but after everything that has happened the past few days, I can’t go back to that. The moment he did away with my fears about being with him, it’s like a dam of feelings for him that I didn’t even know existed broke. “It’s not easy, but I don’t want to hurt you, so it's worth it.” “I don’t see how you can hurt me if you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend or a psycho ex around,” I say. And then it occurs to me. “Is it that you don’t want to give up your rock star lifestyle while on tour?”

His taunting made me smile, my anxiety releasing, his warmth warming the silence, my lust stirring, soft, growing. "Not all pop. Indie, some rock, touch of everything. You judging?" I teased, my voice light, assured, my laughter rising, my heart unburdening. "Never. I enjoy rock, some jazz too. You ever go to concerts?" he inquired, his voice warm, enthusiastic, a shock of meeting in his voice. His enthusiasm was the same as mine, my body energized, his voice low, pulling, my universe just this, only him. "Yeah, when I can. Small stages are the best, right?" I said, my voice bright, full of enthusiasm, my smile wide open, my desire opening, slow, warm.

And I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, head-on. As I drove my car, the music blasting through the speakers, I couldn't help but sing along to the rock song playing. The beat was infectious, the lyrics empowering, and I felt like I was on top of the world. I belted out the lyrics, my voice echoing through the car, as I tapped my hands on the steering wheel.

I hang up on him before he has a chance to respond and I regret it immediately, but I don’t let myself think too much about it. “Damn, she’s growing a set of balls and a kid at the same time,” Rocky laughs, unapologetic about his nosiness. I really want to throw something at his dumb face, but I can’t gather the energy. I feel like shit again. I cover my eyes and try to mind-over-matter this feeling. All I know is that I need Farrow, but it's not life or death… even though I feel like I might actually die if I’m not around him.

Say what you want to say'' "You make me happy, I'm different when I'm around you, I want to become better for you. I don't want to be away from you being with you makes me better, I know I'm messed up just give me time to fix things please I'm not a playboy and this is the first time in my life I'm feeling this way, I know I look like a heartbreaker with my tattoos and everything but trust me I'm a cool person" "Hmm, fine"

I began to type a new status: "Hey out there…As a lot of you know, there's been a lot of hate and anger and violence around me recently. But I know that isn't all there is. Sometimes, though, it's hard not to feel like I'm getting buried in it, like nothing I do has ever really been good. I really need a bit of a boost right now…If I've ever helped you with my music or otherwise, please tell me? I don't mean to sound needy…Just in a rough spot right now. Could really use some love." I hit send.

I sighed, feeling a little envious. I could’ve sworn his eyes perked up when I walked in, but I quickly dismissed the thought. Taking a deep breath, I decided to try something different. Rock wasn’t my comfort zone, but it was what I needed, bold, raw, and unapologetic. I needed to atleast get his attention, as Peter had whispered into my ears, that he would pick the best to feature in his new song. I strummed my guitar and let the music flow through me, my voice rising above the tension in the room.

Megan prompted. “Yes, I am thinking.” “You think too much. Do it.” “It is just not… me. I am not the rock band sort of person.” “I know, and that is what is so fun about it. We will totally do a shop and make Prissy Em into Rock Star Em. You won’t know yourself.” “I will think about it. I am home.” “Okay, let me know when you want to make your credit card scream. Thursday is good for me! Bye.”