My Dad's a Rockstar?

Freaking Blue's Clues

Hey Wattpad people! This is my first story here, hopefully you like it. If you don't know what Charmed is, It's basically a T.V show about three sisters who are powerful witches and their daily adventures. You don't have to know a lot about the show to get this since there is no magic, but I suggest you do a quick Google session of the show just to get a better description. Anyhow, please read and let me know what you guys think. I'd really like some feedback.

Disclaimer: Songs used in this are NOT mine!

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Chapter 1: Freaking Blue's Clues

Sam's POV

Life’s what you make it, so let’s make it right!

Don’t stop believing,

There’s a cruel, cruel world for you little boys and girls, and there’s mean nasty people that want you for there supper, but if you follow me we can all be free,

Ugh! Writing songs is harder than I ever imagined it would be. I don’t know how Hannah Montana did it, but this is starting to make my head hurt. Every time I try to think of some form of musical lyrics all that comes to mind are songs that have already been written. Not that they’re not good, but really I need something original. It’s a Sunday morning here in New York City and all I can do is sit here in my room, at my desk, staring at a bunch of crumpled pieces of papers on the floor.

Let’s back up a bit. My name is Samantha Ariana Harley. I’m 15 years old. I live in New York City with my amazing mother, my awesome nanny Maggie, our bodyguard Joe, and my lovable dogs Razzy (short for Rasmussen), Rae (Ray of sunshine), Ernie, B-dog and Bella (Bellatrix). I know, weird names for dogs, but some of them resemble their names the others have the misfortune of having me as their owner. I love reading books on vampires and werewolves, stuff like that. “Where’s your dad?” you ask? I don’t know. Not because I lost him or he’s at work or anything, but because I’ve never met him.

My mom had me when she was 14 and her parents sent her away to live in Europe to ‘protect the family’s honor’; whatever that means. My mom did good for herself though. I only lived in England for a couple of years, then mom decided to move back to the states for work. See my mom is this really famous fashion designer, Gracie Lynn, yup the Gracie Lynn; though her real name is Gracelynn Harley. I don’t know why she doesn’t want people to know her real name. It’s basically the same thing, but that’s her business. I guess that's where I got it from.  I have a double-life too, yup just like Hannah Montana, except I’m not that girly. My wig isn’t blonde. My wig is pastel blue.  My stage name: Skyelar Valentine. Yeah, yeah, I know, it doesn’t rhyme! Well who the hell cares! Certainly not my millions of fans. So yeah, that’s pretty much the 411 on my life.

Now, why can’t I write my own lyrics? Well I can, I’m just drawing a musical blank. I mean I have a bunch of #1 hits, but lately I can’t seem to concentrate on anything, but my dad. I want to know who he is. I need to know who he is. It’s not fair, that I can’t meet him just because my mom has something against him. The first time I asked my mom about him she just shook her head and said that he was just a talented sperm donor; I was eight and I accepted it. Didn’t really look into it that much. Lately though, I’ve had nothing but curiosity gnawing at my gut. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because my 16th birthday is coming up or just because I want some semblance of a normal life. Whatever the reason I’m determined to find my biological father.

Anyways, like I said. I’m sitting here in my room trying to get some good lyrics for my new CD. It’s already basically done, but because some pink loving twit named Princess Anne Hartley and her bonus track that just made her new album go double platinum, I’m stuck writing an awesome bonus track for my new album. I sighed for what felt like the 20th time in an hour and sat back in my desk chair. I pulled my knees up to my chest and puckered my lips.