Encore

2 The Crash

I cannot rock this.

It's been an hour of going through websites and I still can't get a hang of this. So did they really sold their souls to the devil? Were they all potheads? I'm confused as hell. Hell, hell, hell. Some of these bands look like hell. Maybe they did make a deal with Satan.

"And she's buying a stairway to heaven..." I absent-mindedly sing. Did I just sing? Wey hey, I'm evolving.

I unbutton the top button of my shirt, feeling heat seeping through every inch of my skin. I am in my car, browsing through stuff on the internet outside the head office. I don't really feel like going home yet.

Suddenly, I hear a knock on the window of my Beetle. I wind it down and face what seems like a living Barbie. Oh, it's that new singer. Damn it, I forgot her name.

"Hey! Can't believe I'd bump into you here!" she shrieks, holding on to her Starbucks coffee. She's one of those C-class singers you see on cheap tabloids, flashing her jugs. I've never done a piece on her, and I sure hope I wouldn't have to.

"Yeah, not exactly a scene to bump into, aye?" I say awkwardly. I mean, she creeped up my car and claimed we 'bumped' in. Why the hell?

"Do you remember me? I mean of course you do, I'm getting big these days. Not to boast, of course!" she laughs. The high-pitched laugh pierces through my ear, making me cringe.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm really bad with names, you see." I laugh timidly. 

"Oh. Yeah. It's Betty Hood." she says, slightly disappointed I don't remember her name. I look down at the silver chain dangling and see a 'B' on it. I could've easily mistook that as an initial for 'Bitch'.

"Betty! Of course, the one with that song...with the really...cool music video." I'm lying. The video's shit.

"I know, I know. I put in a lot of effort in that one." She laughs and the Starbucks coffee shakes in her hand, spilling some on my car. 

"Yeah...so what are you doing around here?" I ask.

"Oh you know, just cruising around." She smiles. "You know what, we should totally hang out. Like, right now."

I give a really big, fake smile and say, "That sounds great! But I have this thing to do..."

She waves her hand and nods understandably, "Of course. Writer stuff. But ring me up when you have the time. Do you have my number?"

"I do!" I quickly reply.

"Great! I'll look forward to hearing from you." she says and walks away, waving goodbye.

Goodness gracious, she's annoying. I don't have her number, nor do I want it. I hope she won't make it big. Horrible music, horrible tan, horrible nose job. Maybe she should make it big and fix all the damage that's done on her face. I am so glad I escaped that one.

Celebrities like her come hunting down for me like I am the celebrity and they are the press. Oh how the tables have turned. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and sigh. I should probably continue this at home before I have more of these creepy encounters.

 xxxxx

Okay so maybe I don't want to go home yet. Maybe I don't want to continue my research yet. Maybe Betty Hood's Starbucks coffee made me want to grab one cup.

I fast walk to my car, holding a fresh, hot cup of coffee. Just the smell of it is enough to keep me awake. But with one hand holding coffee and the other holding my phone, it's quite a handful. Struggling, I carefully reach for the keys in my pocket. And now fumbling with it, I might or might not have spilled a bit of coffee on my car.

"DAMN IT ALL!" I yell. The man walking behind me walks across the street, away from my madness.

After succeeding to get in the car and starting it, I sigh. Can I call it a day already? It has been so tiring. This is even more tiring than that time I chased Justin Bieber down until he agreed to let me do a piece on him. 

I mean, man, this is for your own good.

But whatever. I succeeded. So I should survive this day. Now, let's head home before more disaster strikes me.

I make a left to exit the parking spot, only to nearly hit an oncoming car. I quickly press the brake and gasp loudly. That was so close! I am too young, too young to die!

I take a sip of the coffee. Maybe I'm just really drowsy.

I steer the wheel with my eyes wide open. This coffee's doing wonders. I am SO awake. I can take on a cow right now. I can take on the whole freaking world. Rock? I'm going to crush that issue. I will blow everyone off their feet. I am unstoppable! I am Savannah freaking Jones.

I take another sip of my coffee, holding the cup tightly because I feel so bloody strong right now. My attention suddenly averts to the vehicle beside me. It's a huge truck with...chickens. 

Okay no shit, there are crates of chickens on the back of the truck. What's a chicken truck doing around here? This ain't FarmVille or anything.

PIN PIN!

I jump out of my seat in shock from that sudden car horn out of nowhere and my grip on the cup of coffee loosens (I get distracted quite easily, I'm sorry). The scorching hot drink pours all over my thighs, making me scream as high as Robert Plant (He's the vocalist of Led Zeppelin, I did my research). I pick up the cup and throw it aside, trying to get rid of the burning feel on my thighs.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I scream, jiggling my thighs in hopes of evaporating the coffee off my pants. "WHY THE FLIPPING HELL?"

And so to say, I totally forgot I'm driving a car. As expected, next thing I know, I look up to see a tree moving towards me. Or should I say, this car is going to crash into the tree. I am going to die. I am so dead. I already am. 

The front part of the car crumples. I am going to die.

The front window cracks and is about to break into pieces. I am going to die.

My phone rings. Should I pick it up?

Glasses fly across my face. I am going to die.

I AM NOT READY.

 xxxxx

This is an anthem for you to sing

When they tell you you're good for nothing

This is an anthem to shout out loud

When you know you're crazy without a doubt

The faint sound of a crowd cheering.

The sound of a strong guitar riff playing with a great drum beat backing it.

So you tell 'em, I don't need you

You tell 'em, your thoughts don't count

You tell 'em, I'm just counting on my lady luck

You tell 'em, I don't give a fuuuuuuuuuck!

The crowd cheers even harder. 

The singer shouts 'Ow!'.

I wake up.

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There you have it.

See ya at the next chapter.

p.s: i took some time to come up with those lyrics so please appreciate that masterpiece of mine