Lily POV:
The band was live, at the club. That was all anybody talked or cared about. I came, ready to drown... Again. I wished I was a lightweight, with the bills. I couldn't take care of Perseus, my baby, not with my problems. He was only two months old, he wouldn't remember his real mom... As much as it hurt, it was better. Draco andAstoriawere better suited, and didn't have any of my, erm, problems. They would do great. But that was why I was there. God, I was now a regular.
The breakup was unexpected. I was going to tell him about Perseus, how great it would be... He storms in, slamming the door. I get up "I have something to tell you."
"So now you tell me? After it's over? I thought you trusted me more than this. I love you, but you obdviously don't love me back. Goodbye, Lily Luna Potter." He closed the door, and that was the last I ever saw of him. Until today.
I hadn't planned it. But when they announced an open mike, I signed up. No way to get it all out better than to sing about your feelings, right?? I mean, according to the Gryffindors, I was a 'Hollywood Whore.' But I didn't expect the music.
They got up, earning whoops and wolf-whistles. I looked on with mild disinterest, becoming bored already. I hated all of this 'Pop Crap.' Why was it impossible to sing good, hard rock these days? So, imagine my surprise when they got up and started to sing their way through my iPod. But then, they got to the last song. And his voice came through the speakers.
"I would like to dedicate this to my last girlfriend, who caused my great mistrust of anybody female. Thanks, Lily." And then, he started to play the Papa Roach song I had earned my nickname from. I almost flinched visibly. I know my face twisted with pain. But, I stayed, to have my chance on the mike. That song had caused so much misery to me...
Hollywood whore passed out on the floor I'm sorry but the party's over
It was over for me. Gone. Where was the happiness?
Cocaine nose and trendy clothes, gotta send her to rehab
She found out she's got no soul but it really doesn't bother her
I have no soul? Harsh. I didn’t break it off!
White trash queen, American dream, oh what a role model
I am a role model! Who put the past behind her to be friends with you? Me? Thought so.
Throwing a fit, making a scene like no tomorrow
I am a drama queen, but I don’t throw fits. That’s James’s job.
Hollywood whore passed out on the floor Can't take it no more, I'm sorry but the party's over
All the fun I ever had was taken away with you...
The talk of the town is she's going down
I am not. I’m staying at the top of the social food chain, thank you very much.
I'm sorry but the party's over now
You’re sorry? Puh-lease!!
Awake by noon, drunk by four, sucked up in the showbiz
I only became an alcoholic after the kid was born.
You're so lame, you're such a bore I wanna kick your teeth in
You already have, dumbass. Remember 3rd year? Poppy couldn’t get them to grow back for weeks... You were so sorry. If it wasn’t for the excruciating amount of pain, it would have been funny.
Plastic smile to match your style, we can tell you've got a face lift
It’s makeup. You’re overreacting again, hon.
You're so vain, oh so vile, you're a number one hit
I’m vain? Excuse me, Mr.-I-mess-up-my-hair-because-it-looks-“sexy”
Hollywood whore
passed out on the floor Can't take it no more, I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town is she's going down I'm sorry but the party's over
The cameras are gone and nobody screams
People scream when I walk in, even if it is from fear. Being Harry Potter’s daughter does have its advantages, sometimes...
She couldn't survive her fifteen minutes of fame
More like 15 years. I’ve had the press on top of me since I was 7, especially when we started dating. A potter and... you... was unexpected.
Her friends are all gone, she's going insane
I'm friendless. Thanks for the reminder...
She'll never survive without the money and fame
I have for the last two years. I was disowned because of you, remember? I've done well so far.
It's all going down the drain Down the drain, down the drain
Down the drain,
down the drain
Like hell it is. That’s where the blood goes, every night. Down the drain, down the drain, down the drain...
Hollywood whore passed out on the floor I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town is she's going down I'm sorry but the party's over
Hollywood whore passed out on the floor I'm sorry but the party's over
The talk of the town is she's going down I'm sorry but the party's over
Like hell it is, you ass.
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over
Wake up, the party's over now
It is, and my ideals of a perfect life with you are gone.
Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya, honey
It did, though. And it hurt like a bitch. Thank you for reminding me. Tears travel down my cheeks quite swiftly.
