Feel Like Rockstar Novels & Stories

I'm not sure. "Are you and Zander friends anymore?" "No." "Why?" "Fight," he says while turning up the radio. I'm not sure if I offended him. He sings the Gorilla song on the radio. Freddie Mercury comes on. I sing to all the Queen songs. "You like Queen?" "Yes. Radio Gaga all the way," I say, making a 'rock on' sign with my fist. "Nice!!" He agrees, holding my hand again. I am starting to think this boy likes me or some part of me. And I can't lie to him. Because I think I might like a small part of him too. Not the way I like Zander. I'm in love with Zander.

“It’s more fun this way.” We ate in tense silence for a minute before he spoke again, softer this time. “You know… it’s not easy, this life. Everybody wants a piece of you. The label, the fans, the media. They suck you dry until there’s nothing real left. Some nights I’m surrounded by hundreds of people and still feel completely fucking alone.” I looked up, surprised by the sudden honesty. His green eyes held mine for a moment, something raw flashing there. Then he blinked and the cocky mask returned. “But hey, at least the money’s good and the pussy’s endless. Right?”

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.”

"As a guy, I'm telling you, he'll come around. You didn't see the way he looked at you when you sang. Or how when you walk into a room, his only focus is you. He's so in love with you he doesn't know up from down." Too gutted to even hope, I glanced around the empty tavern. Rock and I had talked all afternoon about the details for Winter's Den. Matt had been right about one thing. I wasn't happy. Unlike what Matt thought, I didn't want to hit up record labels or put my music out there. It was personal, something just for me and my regulars.

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.

God, his voice is terrible. "Dude shut up, I might develop a brain tumor if you continue ..... Whatever it is you're doing, i'm pretty sure it's definitely not singing" I growl. "Nah, you're just jealous that you're not as talented as I am. Don't worry, when I become a rock star, I'll take pity on you and give your sorry ass my left over groupies". I snort "Yeah, I really can't wait. Now in the mean time, do my sorry ass a favor and shut the hell up".

Arrogance that was actually backed up, not just hollow words. And I was someone who saw hot rockers all day, everyday. I was NOT easily impressed. But everyone, and I mean everyone knows the Feisty men and their reputations. They were all just walking sex, and the groupies that followed them were proof they absolutely still had it. Even if most of them were married, ohh … I’d still look. I’d always had a huge crush on the lead singer Jude Stone, but I hated to admit in person Lukas was fine as hell.

"Because she is the one who can communicate with your mother throughout this process. Right now is not the time for macho behavior, Rock." "Yes, sir," Rock whispers, then gives me a hostile look... as if this is all my fault. Rock can sit and spin. I have never disliked someone as much as I dislike Rock. I really don't understand why he dislikes me so much. Maybe it's because I was born into a wealthy family that doesn't want me anyway. Rock is cursing loudly at whatever they are doing to him now. I might be a little sick, but I can't help but enjoy his pain right now.

What her reaction would be? He went back to smoking his mint-smelling cigarette, enjoying the scent of the cigarette while listening to metal rock music—his favourite playlist music, neatly arranged by his virtual assistant in a low voice so as not to disturb the neighbours. What he liked the most about metal rock music was their expressiveness, especially when the vocalist sang in a shrill voice accompanied by the drummers beating the drum and fast-paced play guitar sounds. Everything in metal rock music always helped to calm him down.

I said, as calmly as I could. My rising hysteria wasn’t helped by the fact that every time I took a step back, he followed. I had the sudden, terrifying feeling that he was herding me. I glanced back, and saw the wall, just before my back hit it. Great, nowhere to run. “If you knew yourself, you’d realise that you are the one who sounds insane,” Stone said. His deep voice held some sort of growl to it that made all the hair on my body stand on end. It was like the taser had charged him up, and made him stronger. Was he a superhero? Bitten by a radioactive spider? No, that couldn’t be. His aura screamed villain. Great, figures I’d meet someone with superpowers, and they’d be the villain.