GOLDEN

Prologue

Hi guys, so this is my very first fanfic, and I'm listening to Adam Sandler singing at a medium pace, Its 1 in the morning, i have to get up in a few hours, and im tripping ballz right now, so don't judge me if this fanfic comes out weird, okay? 

Okay.

(Also, don't look up the song unless you are over 15 years old)

...and try to ignore my spelling and grammar, ik it sucks ass.

Here we go!

Prologue

Love is like eating taco bell. 

Now hear me out.

Its delicious and it gives you a shot of dopamine, it makes you elated because it tastes so goddamn good. Its great in the moment. But the next morning, it makes you feel like your innards are falling out of your asshole, and you're cussing at yourself for eating all three of those crunchy taco Supremes and drinking 2 cans of Dr pepper.

And while your sitting there on the toilet shitting your guts out, your contemplating on whether the whole thing was actually worth it in the end. 

I guess that's the unanswered question.

That's kind of how I felt, except I DIDNT eat taco bell last night, and I'm not about to shit my pants.

Bit of background information if your confused right now, my name is Celia Hayes. I am a 22 year old female that has a strange obsession with frogs, the color yellow, and art.

I'm not talking just drawing and sketching art. I'm talking music, acting, dance, painting, all kinds.

I can tell your not interested so ill move on.

I come from a long line of Karens and pricks. My mom and dad are super uptight, and they always expected way more from their children than I and my sister Allysa could ever give them. 

Lets just say that things pretty much took a turn for the worse when I turned ten, and ever since then I've been vying to move out and get away from them.

But when I finally did, they flipped out on me.

There was glass shattering, things flying, and tons of crying.

The neighbors heard, called in a domestic violence complaint, the cops came, and a huge custody battle was had over whether my psychotic parents were fit to take care of Allysa, my little sister.

Spoiler alert, they were not.

But I was. So the next week, our bags were packed and we were off for our new life in Santa Monica

That was 2 years ago, and were completely fine

Anyways.

I have a shit ton of stage fright, and I think the thing that triggered it was my third grade talent show.

As I told you, I like music. Particularly singing.

Little third grade me thought that it would be a great idea to perform in the talent show and kick off my stardom early.

Everything was going great. The audition went smooth, the practices went smooth, I was confident in myself, I was DOING THIS.

but then my turn came up, and my music stopped working. 

Dead silence.

Little me was petrified, I didn't practice for this to happen.

So I bravely fought back tears and sang half of my song before running off stage crying.

After that fiasco, my childhood crush came up to me and asked me if I was crying.

Now, 8 year old me was elated that he was finally talking to me, I was so happy, because to me, he was my prince to take me away to his castle and get married and live a happily ever after

I was a delusional child

I said yes, and instead of my fairytale ending that I was hoping for, he laughed in my face and called me an ugly, talentless, bitch.

Ever since then, I couldn't step foot onstage, and I've had a crippling fear of rejection.

So thanks, Jayden, thanks for giving me ptsd.

I'm getting off topic.

Now your probably thinking, "Celia, we don't give 2 fucks about your childhood trauma!"

Well, im in a pickle.

Because I'm about to go onstage for the first time in 14 years. 

And I have a huge secret that I can't let anybody know about.