Do it,
Just do it.
Don't let you dreams be dreams,
Yesterday you said tomorrow,
So just do it.
Make your dreams come true,
Just do it.
Some people dream of success,
While you're gonna wake up and work hard at it,
Nothing is impossible.
You should get to the point,
Where anyone else would quit,
And you're not going to stop there,
No, what are you waiting for?
Do it,
Just do it.
Yes you can,
Just do it.
If you're tired of starting over,
Stop giving up
Shia remembers this very vividly, the green backdrop, blinding white lights. Cameramen, students and managers rushing around the set muttering incomprehensible words about how I was a disgrace, how I was just some child actor gone bad. Oh, how very wrong they are.
3 Hours Earlier.
"Sir, your limousine has arrived," Jessica the maid's old, high pitched voice rang over the home intercom system, which I had installed in my million dollar home just for this purpose. Well, that is to keep me on time with my schedule, as last time I was running behind I had to wear a paper bag over my head [On the red carpet!]. I was even compared to Sia, I mean the great Sia. But we're homies so it's all good.
I waltz out of the house and across the garden path to the limo, inside resides an old man by the name of Geoffrey. He has a salt and pepper hair style and the friendly look on his face was over crowded by deep set wrinkles. Suddenly I am hit with the felling that I'm forgetting something.
"Morning Sir," Geoffrey says in a smooth tone, "Where are we headed today?" I am aware that he knows our destination, but this old man always attempts at being polite with awkward small talk.
"The University," I mumble in a not so friendly way. I would be nice but when you have to wake up at five in the morning you don't feel all that hot. I don't even know why I have to attend this 'Presentation,' it's just gonna be a group of untalented twenty year olds asking me questions.
"NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN, NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU, NEVER GONNA MAKE YOU CRY, NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE, NEVER GONNA TELL A LIE AND HURT YOU."
My Rick Astley "Never gonna give you up," ringtone blasts through the awkward silence between myself and poor old Geoffrey. Picking up my phone I see that it is my manager, Demi Poot.
"Yep," I answer with, "What's up?"
"Shia, did you write that speech I told you about?" Demi responds in an anxious voice. Crap, I didn't write a speech – I knew I was forgetting something, GOD DAMNIT.
"Maybe, maybe not," I retort with, praying she doesn't hear my lies.
"GOD DAMNIT SHIA, YOU HAD ONE JOB. MY DOG PEPE COULD HAVE DONE A BETTER JOB THAN YOU," Demi rages on, "I KNEW YOU WERE'NT CUT OUT FOR THIS."
I Whimper at her aggressiveness, "Sorry," I whisper into the phone, regret choking me.
"It's okay, honey. Everyone makes mistake, but some make more than others," She sarcastically spits into the phone, "Why don't you just say that you have a sore throat and can't say your 'Existing speech.' God Shia, just make it up as you go."
"Okay Demi, I'm sorry I'll just make up the speech as I go, it's as easy as that," I say. As soon as I finish my sentence I can hear distant screaming on the other end of the phone, possibly a few smashed windows.
"Shia, don't stuff it up," Demi argues then the hangs up the phone and I'm left feeling worried and desperate for an inspirational speech to cheer me up.
~ Ashleigh [Ashy_Xox]
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I Did It - Shia LaBeouf
FanfictionShia LaBeouf, recognised as a supreme meme on Tumblr and twitter, and his infamous run-ins with the so called "Law". He recounts the moments surrounding the famous "Just Do It," speech and the real motive behind it. ~ Ashy_Xox This is just a small c...
