A/N: So obviously in this time setting, WWAFAWDWG wasn't out yet but let's just pretend 8 was....technically it was out, it just wasn't called 8.
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Sage
August 24, 2018.
As my eyes fluttered open, the bright light of the sun shown through the glass of the windows. I made a mental note to purchase blackout curtains.
I ran my hand through my hair and stretched my arms before reaching for my phone. A large plethora of texts from my friends and family were waiting for me. I chuckled lightly at the number of texts, not expecting this many.
I opened up to group chat first.
Cool name pending...
Sierra: HOLY SHIT SAGE
Aria: MISS.SLEEPY HEAD! WAKE YOUR ASS UP RN ISTG
Sierra: YOU RLLY ONLY BEEN THERE FOR ONE NIGHT AND YOU ALREADY BLOWING UP HOLY SHIT
Aria: You are famous period
My eyebrows furrowed with confusion as I read through their messages. Before going to any other texts, I opened up YouTube and an audible gasp left my mouth when my eyes met the number of views.
70,198.5 views.
What the fuck? It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since the video has been posted. All it was, was a simple raw cover of a song I loved.
I clicked on the comments, my mouth dropping while reading them.
"Omg, I need more!"
"You're so beautiful"
"Holy shit marry me"
"Your voice holds so much emotion"
"Ok, how are you not famous???"
"I'm in tears"
The comments went on and on. I closed the app in complete shock, unaware of how to handle this situation. It's what I've always wanted, right? To be recognized?
I read through the rest of my texts, basically, everyone telling me the news. I didn't know how to handle it so I decided just to get ready for my day, pretending I didn't see what I just did. I made a quick-to-do list in my head as I washed my body.
1. Get coffee
2. Film another cover
3. Work on an original song
4. Buy groceries
5. Unpack
After getting ready for my day, I picked up my phone and searched google maps in hopes of finding a small unpopular coffee shop. My parents actually used to live here and would tell me stories about this place, so I'm not completely unfamiliar with the names of streets or restaurants. Though, I've never been to this city before. I grabbed my bag, making sure my wallet was in it before making my way down the elevator and walking two blocks to a small coffee shop.
It looked fairly trendy but there were only two customers sitting in the shop. I walked up to the counter with shaky hands. Ordering has always made me anxious. "C-can I have a large iced coffee with a pump of vanilla?" I asked in barely a whisper.
"Of course, your total is $2.10," the lady spoke. I handed her my card and she processed the transaction.
"We'll have it out for you in a minute," she smiled. I nodded my head, sitting down at the table furthest from the other customers. I took cautious note of the song that was lightly playing in the background, '8' by Billie Eilish.
Billie Eilish's music has always been super interesting to me, not the style of music I'd personally write or sing but it's amusing. Except for the ukulele songs she has, I'd love to sing those. My favourite song of hers is 'come out and play.' I have listened to all her songs but don't know much about her personally. If I had to assume what she was like, she'd be intimidating as hell and disrespectful. She is getting more and more popular and I feel as artists get more famous, they get more snobby. She also looks angry in every photo. Although, I don't know her at all.
"Large iced coffee with a shot of vanilla," the employee called out. I slowly stood from my spot, taking the to-go cup with shaky hands. Pacing out of the barren yet trendy coffee shop I opened up google maps and found a park nearby.
As I relaxed on the slightly dead grass, the breeze hit and my hair flew around. I sipped on the sweet coffee and wrapped my flannel around my shoulders. Pulling up the 'notes' app, I went into the lyrics I wrote on the plane. I always keep my lyrics on my phone, that way I constantly have them with me. Quickly, my phone buzzed in my hand and a picture of Paisley lit up my screen.
"Hey," I smiled, holding the phone up to my ear.
"Sis, you're famous!" She exclaimed with excitement.
"Shut up, I am not," I scoffed back.
"How are you celebrating?"
"Umm...I'm currently sitting in an empty park drinking an iced coffee and I plan on unpacking later," I shrugged even though she couldn't see me.
"God, you're so boring. Go to a club or something," I could practically hear her rolling her eyes.
"Okay, one, I have crippling social anxiety, and two, I'm underaged."
"Right, well you should do something fun."
"It doesn't feel real, plus it's probably just going to be one popular video. No one will care for my originals," I explained with slight sadness. Most people who blow up overnight don't continue to get views.
"Bitch, puh-lease. You sound like a goddamn angel," she exaggerated.
"Okay, bye Paisley," I said with the annoyance of all the compliments. Another thing about me, I can't take compliments. Social anxiety and low self-esteem, not sure how I'd ever make it as an artist.
"Fine, call me later?"
"I will, love you!"
"Love you too, Seeg." I ended the call, shaking my head with a smile at the stupid nickname.
After about an hour and many sips of coffee, I slowly made my way back to the apartment, taking in my every surrounding.
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"Finally," I breathed out, plopping down on my bed. My apartment was finally organized and where I wanted it. I grabbed my ukulele and turned on my camera, propping it up on my bed against a pillow. The first song popping into my head was of course, '8' by Billie Eilish.
"Wait a minute, let me finish
I know you don't care
But can you listen?
I came committed, guess I overdid it
Wore my heart out on a chain
Around my neck, but now it's missing, hmm"
As I sang; the lyrics really began to sink in. Do you ever listen to a song many times and think it sounds beautiful, you know the lyrics...but you don't know the lyrics? Then one day you really listen and it just hits you like a fucking hurricane; a lump begins to form in your throat.
"So I think I better go
I never really know how to please you
You're lookin' at me like I'm see-through"
My voice began to get shaky as tears began to well in my eyes. Who hurt her like this, I wondered.
"I guess I'm gonna go
I just never know how you feel
Do you even feel..."
"anything?" I whispered the last word as a tear streamed down my cheek. I quickly turned off the video and collected myself. Wiping my tears with the sleeve on my flannel. Fuck, why am I crying?
I decided to attempt singing an acapella version of 'Wounded' by To Kill A King. I made it through without crying and posted it to my youtube channel, wondering if it will get even nearly as many views. It's not a popular song, so I doubt it.
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A/N: It's a shorter chapter but most of you said you prefer shorter ones so here you go.
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FanfictionSage is a shy girl with an anxious heart. After much consideration she decides to move to LA on her own, leaving her family and best friends back home. Sage has dreams of becoming a singer though it's hard for her to break past the wall of social an...
