The Rockstar Within Me

The Rockstar Within Me - Chapter 8

Copyright 2011 

The voice of Alex Gaskarth from All Time Low woke me.

Me and Yoooouu living under a papermoon cause real life just isn't right; let's fabricate

I immediately jumped up; forgetting for the briefest moment that I was in my small bunk. My head smacked against the ceiling and I slumped down into my bed, moaning.

The ringer went off again playing Under A Papermoon one more time. This time however, it didn't give me the same heart attack.

I begrudgingly pulled my phone from underneath my pillow; cursing whoever would wake me up at this ungodly hour.

Mom.

I groaned.

"Hi Mom!" I croaked, trying to sound cheery.

"Alice Marie Carter! When has it ever been exceptable to not return your own mother's phone calls! I've called three times in the last three days! Do you know I've been worried sick about you?!" She rambled.

Mentally, I slapped myself in the face. I should have known better. My mother liked to be informed of my every waking move. Letting me go on tour when I was a minor, was a huge step for her; and I was not helping by totally dropping off the face of the earth.

I stifled a yawn. "I'm sorry mom! We've just been really busy! I swear I was going to call you today

I heard her click her tongue. "Busy? Is that what you kids call it these days?" She asked skeptically. "

What are you-"

"Your father and I didn't even know you were seeing this young man, but what do I see when I'm in the grocery store? A picture of you and him on about 4 different magazines, kissing each other!"

She paused, letting me have a chance to defend myself.

"Mom! I'm sorry you had to find out that way..." I apologized, not really sure how to respond to that acussation.

As far as mothers went, she was pretty average. She worried a little too much and when she was angry with you, you knew it. My mom was one of those parents other kids would be slightly afraid of. I just shrugged it off, not really letting it affect me. I was grateful she was there and cared enough to get angry , even when I would stumble into our house intoxicated at 3 am.

"I told your sister; she nearly broke all the windows. That's how loud Carly screamed!"

I chuckled at my little sister's reaction. To say she was jealous that I was touring with River was an understatement. My brother Luke, couldn't care less.

"Honey, I'm not sure what you're doing is wise..."

I sighed. My mother wouldn't get it if I tried to explain it anyways.

"Mom, it's okay. We're just friends

"Looks like a little bit more than friends!"

I groaned again. My hangover wasn't really helping the situation.

"Fine. We're a little more than friends. Can we not talk about it?" I silently begged she would drop it. I just wasn't in the mood for talking about this sort of stuff at the moment.

"Alright. But we will be talking about this soon! Do you know somebody called me from some tv show asking about it!"

Jesus. Reporters would just not let it go. <br

"I'm sorry they did that. Boundaries is a word not a lot of people know here."

Actually it wasn't just here. It was everywhere. Why did people need to follow a relationship to beginning to end? Sure I understood the interest in knowing who's dating who, but why bother the couple when they're buying groceries or on a date? The relationship just started; there is no hot gossip surrounding it. Or how about when the paparazzi are breaking laws just to get a picture of a defenseless newborn? Though the public might not condone it, they support it by buying magazines with those stories and pictures on it. It confused me.

"Oh honey, don't worry about us. I'm sure I'll be able to figure out something to tell the girls at the gym." I could almost see the smirk and the wink my mom would have given me if not hundreds of miles were separating us. It made me sad.

"I miss you mom. So much. More than I'd like to admit actually." I told her honestly.

My mom sighed. "I know, me too sweetie. Just keep your feet on the ground when your head's in those big Hollywood clouds. You'll do the right thing.

Though I hadn't given her any details about the River situation; she had said exactly what I needed to hear. I needed someone to believe in me; someone who wasn't benefiting from my decisions.

"Thanks mom."

"Don't mention it. All I ask in return is you answer my calls and get me Ryan Reynolds' autograph."

I laughed at her serious tone. "Sure sure."

I could hear her smile as she spoke. "Alrighty, i've got to head down to the gym now, I'm teaching a spinning class in twenty!"

I rolled my eyes. It would take her twenty minutes to get to the gum from our house. My mom was always ten minutes late for everything.

"Okay! Bye mom! Say hi to everyone for me! I'll try and call tonight!"

"Will do! Bye A, love you!"

With that she hung up, leaving me alone in my bunk. I yawned, content that I could get some more sleep now and prayed that this head ache wouldn't follow me into unconsciousness.

I curled up in my sheets, getting into the perfect sleeping position. The perfect position consisted of me in a tight ball. It was pure bliss.

My eyes shut on there own accord. I sighed happily.

I heard a rustling outside my bunk, then suddenly.

"Wake up loser."

I moaned loudly.