Chasing A Rockstar

Chapter One

               We take everything for granted. Most of us think that tomorrow is guaranteed. I used to be that way. Then, it happened. My grandpa died when I was just thirteen.  That’s all it took for me to realize that you could die out of the blue. Whenever. When you least expect it. I was sad that he was gone, but he lived a full life and made the most of everything. The one person I truly pitied from his death was my grandma. He was the love of her life, and then one day, he was taken away from. Just like that. In a snap. So, I vowed not to ever truly fall for anyone, so I could save myself from that pain. i managed to stay that way for a couple of years. Then the universe decided to challenge me. That was the day i saw him.

It was a quiet night at my friend Cassie’s house. We were looking through videos on YouTube. We were looking up our favorite song at the time. We clicked on the first video. It was a cover. We sighed. That's the third one today! She was about to click the button to close off the video, because it was the wrong one. I managed to stop her just in time. This was about to become a big deal.

    His voice was so gorgeous; it made me jealous that I couldn’t sing. I wanted blue eyes so badly for so long, and his eyes were bluer than the deepest, cleanest ocean. He was literally perfect. I knew from then on, he was going to be mine. Somehow, someday, he was going to be mine. My friend and I spent the remainder of the time we had watching the rest of the videos on their channel. We found out that his name was Mitch, and he was (SADLY) from AUSTRALIA. That would explain the accent. But, I was crushed. I was secretly hoping that he was near my town, but now, I found out he lives on the other side of the WORLD. WHAT ARE THE FREAKING ODDS??  My friend became obsessed with his brother, Ben, who was equally as gorgeous, but was wayyyyyyyy too old for us. Coincidentally, Mitch played the piano, as I did, and had his own band. I don’t recall the name, because it wasn’t much of a long-lasting thing. He was sweet, and I was attached shamelessly.

          December came around, and we were snowed in. all I had was internet. Mitch became a life goal. I just HAD to meet him. All I could ever think about was him. One day, I was reading the comments on his latest video. I wish I hadn’t. It knocked me back into reality. I used to feel like he was singing to me, and only me. I had the feeling deep inside that somehow; he knew I existed, and that I was the only one that felt that way. I was so stupid.

          @MitchMakesMusic OMG. I totally like love your songs. Your eyes and everything about you is gorgeous! You are perfectttttt. Be the father of my kids?(; lol, every time I watch your videos I feel like your singing just to me, and that I’m the only girl in the world. I know it’s not true, but can’t a girl dream? Haha, anyway, like this comment if you think Mitch is super hot!!

          That comment had over two-thousand likes. Many girls had responded saying they felt the same way. EXACTLY the same. I recall crying myself to sleep that night. I felt pathetic. So, I decided that I was going to become his biggest fan if it killed me. I liked every page that was even remotely about him on facebook. I followed both him and his brother on twitter. I found out everything that I could about him. I saved all his pictures onto my iPhone. I was being as creepy as I could. Here’s what I learned:

          Mitchell Hanes Valley was born on December 12, 1994. He enjoys singing, playing soccer, and playing the piano. He attends Queensland High, and makes videos with his brother. He has written one song, and is basically a brunette version of Cody Simpson (whom is a poser compared to Mitch, but hey, who’s picking sides?) and is totally and utterly GORGEOUS.

          I was so lame. I wrote that paragraph in my diary and hugged it tight. I even wrote him a letter I would never send. I prayed for him every night. I looked on Ticketmaster every now and then to check if he had a tour going on. I just had to wait until his claim to fame. I mean, I didn’t live in a small town, I lived in Atlanta. He would surely make a stop there. So I thought, anyway. And so, you know the whole background. So, this is my story. About how I, Scarlett Tone, was chasing a rock star.