You're the Music in my Soul -Patrick Sump Love Story-

Chapter 1 - Brother's Help

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Nirvana's POV

"Ok Nirvana, let's blow this guy away," I say under my breath as I walk into a huge music producer's office, with my guitar case in hand, my Vintage 1960's Airline Electric Bass Guitar, a dark blue color, given to me by my father for my 18th birthday. The last thing I ever got from my father actually.... He passed away a few months after my birthday. It was tragic and I remember the last words he ever said to me,

"Nirvana, Never lose hope on your dream. You will make it there someday..."

I cherished those words forever since and I've never given up my dream. So here I am, trying to get a record deal playing a song I wrote called In One Ear (Original person who came up with this song is Cage the Elephant. Check them out some time.) It just expresses all of my feelings about the people who judge me for who I am. I mean people can get off my shit. Don't fucking give 2 shits about me, have 2 shits about yourself. I'm honestly fucking through with people these days. Ever since I was born I've been fucking judged and criticized. People can kiss the back of my fucking hand for I care.

I take a deep breath as I walk through the office door of the potential guy, who is gonna make my record deal with me. I stand up straight and have a confident look plastered on my ivory pale face, that sets on my 5'3 body. I know I'm fucking short, don't judge me! I already told you once before, I fucking hate judging. The male's head looks up at me, from his stack of papers and instantly frowns. Oh he's not gonna like me. Not at all. I can tell from the face he's making and the vibe he's giving me. I still keep my confident stance and make my way over to him and sit in the leather seat before me, setting my case on the floor. He looks me up and down and shakes his head before scribbling down something on his piece of paper.

"You're Miss. Nirvana Storm? Miss right? Yeah Miss, you surely aren't married," he saids, a tiny little smirk playing on his lips, making my blood boil.

"Yes, Miss. Nirvana Storm," I say, hissing out Miss, spitting a little on purpose, making him wipe it off his forehead, making a smile plaster on my face instead.

"Ok, Miss. Nirvana, show me what you got. Cause right now, I don't think you have what it takes."

I smirk at his words and flip open my guitar case and take out my vintage guitar that lays in my father's guitar case, stickers of bands and other stuff, plastered in and on it. I take the guitar pick with the letters of my name, N.U. Nirvana Urie. Yeah you heard it right. Nirvana Urie. Sister of the already famous Brendon Urie, lead singer of Panic! at the Disco. Yeah a disappointment I am to everyone I've met who's found out I'm the sister of Brendon Urie. That's why I changed my name to Nirvana Storm. It sounds better and No one knows I'm related to my brother. Fuck to the yes.

I take a deep breath and start to play on my guitar , while singing,

                 

"They say that we ain't got the style

We ain't got the class

We ain't got the tunes that's

Gonna put us on the map

And I'm a phony in disguise

Tryin' to make the radio