Why now?

Part 1

The night before you leave for LA
(On the phone)
Quinn:so what are you going to do if you run Into Colson like are you gonna tell him that you live there now with his ex best friend from high school Jason
Bailey:I'm not living with him he is gonna help me move and then leave so I will be living alone
Quinn:sure
Bailey:you know me and Jason aren't anything because the feelings I have for Cole
Quinn:like you haven't had sex with Jason you have needs
Bailey:shut up
*you hang up*
TO YOURSELF
should I call him and if I do what would I say hey it's bailey you remember me well tomorrow I'm moving to LA to sign a record deal fine I'm going to do it
*you put his number down and calls it*
Colson:hello
Bailey:hey it's bailey Jefferson
Colson:bay bay
Bailey:yeah I probably shouldn't have called
Colson:no it's good to hear from you how are you
Bailey:I have to go
Colson:what no wait-
*you hang up*
What the fuck did I just do I fucked up shit I have to go to bed before I do anything more to fuck myself
*the next day*
"Everything is ready so come on so we get there at a good time"said Jason
"I'm coming"said bailey
You get in your car and follow Jason in his car
After 14 hours in the car you finally get to LA and then 30 more minutes you get to the place you will be living at
"So are we gonna get everything out my car first or yours" said Jason
"Let's get your car cleaned out but I have to unlock the apartment" said bailey
*after 4 hours you get everything out of his car and then you get all that stuff put away and then clean out your car and put everything in your living room and then went to bed*
*the next day*
"So everything is done here so I'm going to drive home" said Jason
"Thank you for helping me doing this but you should get going before it's too late" said Jason
*you guys said bye and then he leaves and you go to meet the people for the deal you are making*
*after 4 hours you sign and get ready with record your first song*
*after 3 days*
You are at the studio when a tall guy walks in and you are signing and not really caring and then you see a few more guys walk in and jam out to your song then you come out
"I would like you to met the other band that used this studio this is colson baker aka machine gun kelly his Drummer rook then blaze slim and his Manager Ashleigh"Caroline
Colson:woah bailey
Bailey:Cole
Colson:I didn't think you would really be in LA
bailey:yeah I told you I was coming
Rook:sup is this the girl you are always talking about
Bailey:what
Colson:shut up
Bailey:okay then
Colson:can I hear the new song
Bailey:Caroline can they
Caroline:yeah we just got it done and it's Bout to be up in like an hour just wait so bailey go post that it will be out in an hour
*you post about it*
Bailey:can play it
*the song you are singing*

State the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine, you won't mind if I say
By the way
I hate that stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned, you're just another picture to burn
There's no time for tears
I'm just sitting here planning my revenge
There's nothing stopping me
From going out with all of your best friends
And if you come around saying sorry to me
My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be
'Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned, you're just another picture to burn
And if you're missing me, you'd better keep it to yourself
'Cause coming back around here would be bad for your health
'Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time
In case you haven't heard
I really, really hate that
Stupid old pickup truck you never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak, who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned, you're just another picture to burn
Burn, burn, burn, baby, burn
You're just another picture to burn
Baby, burn
Bailey:so what did you think
Cole:I know I hear that song before
Bailey:it was up a YouTube like 6 years ago after you left
Colson:so it's about me
Bailey:sure
Colson:well damn how much longer are you guys gonna be in here for
Bailey:Caroline are we done
Caroline:we have 2 more songs to do and then we will be so give us 2 hours or so is that okay
Ashleigh:that's fine take your time
Caroline:thanks
*they leave and you go on about singing the songs about the break up that were up on YouTube you posted 6 to 7 years ago*
*the second song*
Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleached-blond tramp and she's probably gettin' frisky
Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink 'cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick showin' her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know
I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Right now, she's probably up singing some white-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she's probably sayin' "I'm drunk"
And he's a-thinkin' that he's gonna get lucky
Right now, he's probably dabbin' on three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo
Oh, and he don't know
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl
A-'cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me
No, not on me
'Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, before he cheats
Oooh
*the 3rd song*
I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place
And you're still probably working
At a nine to five pace
I wonder how bad that tastes
When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
And did it ever get you far
You never seemed so tense love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are
And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
If you find a girl that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then she's a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself Yo, where'd it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on And truth be told I miss you And truth be told I'm lying When you see my face Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you walk my way Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you find a girl that's worth a damn and treats you well Then shes a fool, you're just as well Hope it gives you hell Now you'll never see What you've done to me you can take back your memories They're no good to me And here's all your lies You can't look me in the eyes With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well When you see my face Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you find a girl that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then shes a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell When you see my face Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell When you walk my way Hope it gives you hell Hope it gives you hell When you hear this song and you sing along but you never tell Then you're the fool, I'm just as well Hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song
I hope that it will treat you well
You can sing along
I hope that it puts you through hell
*they come back when you were leaving and all your songs are out now*
Colson:call me when you get home please
Bailey:or you call me when you get home
Colson:okay so answer me please
Bailey:I will
*then you leave and go home*