Pink Lyrics Rockstar Novels & Stories

"We weren't in a relationship at the time! Remember... We were just a fuck-buddy. You're being too much anyway! I went out with my boyfriend and you asked me out as a condition for you to solve this problem? Isn't that outrageous." "Then what is the reward for me?!" Rosemary whined desperately, "You refuse all my proposals, you say I'm outrageous. Then what will I get?" "I'll give you a reward if you can finish it right now." "What's the reward?" "How about a concert ticket? You like that princess singer, don't you? Swift...?" "Taylor Swift you mean? I don't like her anymore!" "Then who? Linkin Park?" "Is that group still around? You're really out of date! I want Blackpink tickets!" Rosemary

Am I just so drunk that I think I'm still in the same universe? He went over to the mirror to see that his eyes were turning red and puffy once again. His disheveled hair was long overdue for a combing. He pinched himself so hard that he made his skin red. To his dismay when he opened his eyes, he was still in the same room with the same dreaded reality. "Fuck." He said in defeat. There on the dresser remained her hair products, makeup and perfumes.

Clarissa shook her head at Mango's question. "I originally wanted Lebanon to guide Rainie, but recently I heard that he had half-retired from the industry. I also looked up to Alonzo Fang, who was the lead singer of the Punk Rock. But it is not easy for us to invite him. Punk Rock is very hot recently, and Alonzo is even more popular until it could make people jealous. We're only a small company. I tried to contact their agents yesterday, but we can't even get an appointment from them." Clarissa was holding a grudge.

I hadn’t seen it earlier when I’d woken up, and now it sat on the edge of the bedside table, vibrating with an unfamiliar urgency. The ringtone filled the air, “I’m a rockstar, I’m a rockstar, it’s not hype-hype, baby, make you rock-hard,” and I couldn’t help but hum along, swaying my hips slightly to the beat. Lisa from Blackpink, I thought with a small smile. “God, she’s my favorite,” I murmured to myself as I danced to the song for a few more beats, caught up in the moment. Without thinking, I picked up the call mid-chorus, too engrossed in the music to realize what I was doing. The voice on the other end pulled me out of my reverie like a bucket of cold water.

I joked, to which she giggled and shrugged. “That's true,” Leah replied, then gasped as a familiar harmony boomed from the speakers. Her favourite song, Pain by Pink Pantheress was on. At first, I was a perpetual hater of the song, mainly because the lyrics hit way too close to home. Especially with my illicit desire for her dad, and the way he’d literally kicked me out of his room some days ago. I honestly couldn’t understand how such a miserable song could be so upbeat or why Leah even liked it.

“Dad, what the hell is your problem?” Anger surged within me at my son's intrusion and blatant disrespect. “Thrash him up” I mindlinked Jeff who nodded at me. I closed my eyes reveling in the feeling of using mindlink once again, I didn't realize how much I missed it… and now I've gotten it back thanks to Pink. The thought of her clad in her colorful dresses that I hated so much filled my mind, thinking about it once again- the color wasn't so bad after all.

Rosy felt surprised, "I thought you just practised by yourself?" However, before she could respond to her mother, Luke normally further questioned, "With whom did you the duet?" Hearing her father, she simply answered him, "It's Jia and Jamil." "Are you hurt somewhere?" Rosy got concerned, "Why do you need to duet on your first day? You still did not recover." "Mom, I'm fine. You can see that." Lyala raised herself from her chair and raised her arms before moving 360 degrees to show that she was all fine.

Continued silence… "Want me to sing a Pink song? Choose any one and I'll sing it.” Thank God I was facing away from him so he couldn't see my small smile, or the tears. Singing—or rather crowing—a Pink song was his way of cheering me up. I l-o-ve-d Pink’s music so much that I could never resist breaking into a smile when he sang to cheer me up. Sighing, I turned and curled in his arms. His expression crumbled when he saw my wet eyes. "No, cognac eyes,” he whispered, stroking his fingers through my curls. “You’re stronger than that."

“I didn’t know.” “Yeah, well, nobody does.” I gave her a bitter smile. “They see the rockstar asshole who trashes hotel rooms. Not the guy who still checks his phone hoping that traitor will apologize one day. Stupid, right?” She was quiet for a moment. “It’s not stupid.” That look in her eyes — real understanding, no judgment — hit me harder than anything. The wall I kept up cracked a little more. “You scare the shit out of me, Sienna,” I admitted, voice rough. “You make me want to be better. But you also make me want to drag you down and ruin you in the best way possible.”

"I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore, I want them to turn black..." Then the DJ dropped the bass and music and Pearl followed right along, her raspy, throaty voice sounding like sex and whiskey and doing the song hard rock justice. "I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes. I have to turn my head until my darkness goes..." The crowd loved it. The reality star siblings were dancing and Pearl did her best Mick Jagger dance impression, it was pure rock n roll. Phones were lit up and recording her every move.