Chapter 1: new singles

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right now I'm in New York preforming my two new singles and also my other two. The crowd is huge and rumor has it that Taylor swift is coming. She has been my idol forever even raya knows it.

Rayas my best friend and always has been. Everything I have been through she has always been there for me. Even when my parents didn't love me enough to take care of me her family took me in and I will forever owe them for that.

I am getting ready in the dressing room stressing out because non of my fans have heard these two songs. My outfit consists of black converse , parachute cargos , a long sleeve white crop top with a pattern on it and my silver jewellery.

My makeup artist are doing the finishing touches while I am practicing in my head.
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I am about to step on stage when raya comes over. "Hey girl. Taylor a s Elizabeth Olsen are out in the crowd." "Are you fucking joking me" she laughed " no I'm not I brought Elizabeth because as you know I've been talking to her and Taylor came on her own accord" "you could have waited to tell me now I'm nervous." "Well don't be get out there and smash it" I nodded my head and step out onto stage

My fans start going absolutely mental screaming my name. "Hey everybody!" I shout and get screams in re turn "I'm going to start of by saying thank you for coming because this wouldn't be happening if you didn't wanna come. Also I'm going to sing one of my new songs first is that okay?!" They are all screaming yes at me so I start laughing and get ready to preform.

"One of my new songs is called fictional"

I start to play it on my piano.

Well, I guess the third time's not a charm
Nursing a three times broken heart
And down the rabbit hole again
I put myself in another world
Where I can be any other girl
'Cause I don't really wanna face it
'Cause, if it isn't real
You can pretend all you want
It's all you'll ever need
"That's not healthy, " they said
"To live in your head"
But it hurts a lot less to me
I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be
I spend all of my time imagining
What it would be like if they existed
My parents tell me I should look for one in real life
But I get let down by both the bad boys and the nice guys
I'm tired of giving more than I receive
So I'll just stick to the boys
Who don't know me
Oh, I hid his number, I almost called
Like, maybe he's hurting after all
I can't afford to be that naïve
I'll just keep wishing it was me
In that ending scene
Where they're meeting up halfway
And they're kissing in the rain
It's a little bit cliché
But I love it anyway
'Cause it's better than when you're walking home
And the rain starts pouring
But you're all alone
I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be
I spend all of my time imagining
What it would be like if they existed
My parents tell me I should look for one in real life
But I get let down both the bad boys and the nice guys

My fans are listening and taking it in which I absolutely love because my music means a lot to me so when they listen to the words they really know what I'm talking about and hear my pain or happiness in my voice.

I'm tired of giving more than I receive
So I'll just stick to the boys
Who don't know me
I'd rather keep on dreaming of someone I'll never meet
(Ohh-oh) than give love to another one who won't choose me
(Ohh-oh, ohh-oh)
I'd rather keep on dreaming of someone I'll never meet
(Ohh-oh) than give love to another one who won't choose me
I fall in love with boys I see on a TV screen
The ones in books who are as perfect as they can be
I spend all of my time imagining
What it would be like If they existed
My parents tell me I should look for one in real life (ohh-oh)
But I get let down by both the bad boys and the nice guys (ohh-oh)
I'm tired of giving more than I receive (oh-oh)
So I'll just stick to the boys who don't know me
Ohh-oh-ohh (ohh-oh)
I'm tired of giving more than I receive (ohh-oh)
So I'll just stick to the boys who don't know me.

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