Rock Star Novels & Stories

The stage has been set, as the crowd built up, it moved toward the stage, a pale mist cover the stage, the light went dark without the warning, the inconspicuous sound of music could be heard just over the chatter of the crowd, the adrenaline went through the roof, and the crowd becomes crazy, a live concert was started, a man looking around twenty-eight with a guitar entered into the stage, the atmosphere becomes phenomenal when he starts the performance, and the crowd started to chant or said screams out of the throat, “Rockstar…Rockstar…” “Rockstar!!!…”, a puzzled expression appeared on Tara's face, she didn't understand Why the crowd drove so crazy…?... and Who is the Rockstar…?... Tar

I had boyfriends before, but I always ended up getting cheated on. I had only every kissed a guy once. Vic never let me live it down, since he was a quiet, nerdy guy. Being this close to a guy that I find this attractive, was a very different situation for me. “Well, until yesterday, I had only lived in one house for my entire life. My favorite color is red, I prefer night-time to day, my favorite season is autumn, my favorite holiday is Halloween, I’m in college for funeral science, I like metal music, video games, reading and writing, and I love nature.” I listed my interests for him. He was staring at me like I was telling him the most exciting news of his life. “Funeral science, huh?” H

"But you're now back. You're still a rockstar, aren't you?" "I am a rockstar." "Well hello there. I am a survivor."

Vice sulked as he waded his way to the steps. Mirage laughed. Once everyone had settled around the beautifully dressed table and helped themselves to the food, Seb tried again. “So, changing from pop to rock, is interesting?” He prompted. “I was rock, before I got into pop,” she explained. “But the label preferred me as pop, so that is how I was rebranded when I signed with them.” “Rock rock, or pop rock?” James wondered. “There are so many sub genres and fusions of rock,” Seb complained. “We’re pop rock,” he pointed out to the drummer.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Vice sulked as he waded his way to the steps. Mirage laughed. Once everyone had settled around the beautifully dressed table and helped themselves to the food, Seb tried again. “So, changing from pop to rock, is interesting?” He prompted. “I was rock, before I got into pop,” she explained. “But the label preferred me as pop, so that is how I was rebranded when I signed with them.” “Rock rock, or pop rock?” James wondered. “There are so many sub genres and fusions of rock,” Seb complained. “We’re pop rock,” he pointed out to the drummer.

My black fitted tee coming in view. The guy looked at me with an emotion I had known for years, lust. Tsking, I stretched my muscles, producing a pop sound. The crowd roared again making my body twitch in excitement. Taking a step closer, I saw his face filled with scars. A tattoo leaked out of his collar---Black rose with snake. “Back off girl or you’ll lose a limb.” He hissed. "Name?"

“Meaning that I’ve always been a musician, even when I was that five-year-old who nicked his mum’s paycheck and bought a guitar from the pawnshop. This rock star nonsense, that’s just been the last couple of years.” “Oh. So… is there any part of being a rock star that you like?” He paused and thought. “I’d say playing with other rock stars… but we were all just musicians when we first got together, weren’t we? The rock star bit just happened along the way.” “So you’d be okay just going back to Athens and playing the clubs there, then? Nobody knowing who you are?” He

I muttered mostly to myself but Trace definitely heard because he turned and looked at me. He rose his brows. "Why do you say that?" I paused narrowing my eyes slowly wondering if he was pulling my leg. I mean did he own a mirror? He was probably one of the sexiest men I had ever met. "You're kidding, right?" I told him. "I kid all the time. But this happens to be one of the times I'm not." He spoke. I rolled my eyes and gestured to him. "You literally have the whole rockstar thing going for you and you play guitar? Come on! I bet you have a tonne of groupies."

I shook my head and I tried to get off him but he held me tighter, not allowing me to move. "Baby, please. I need to keep them distracted yet interested in what I'm offering and I really need you to do this," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me tightly as I kept on mumbling my disagreement. There's nothing much in this entire world I hated more than singing.