Jeffree's Girl

Divided We Fall on New Years Day

*later that day*

"You're not the person that I knew back then! Let's try and act like this never happened!" I sang into the microphone. My band was covering It's Complicated by ADTR (A Day To Remember). "HEY!!!" A voice called. It was my uncle; Jeremy Griffis. He was in love with my father but he wasn't dating him, so he just blew it off. But he clearly wouldn't let anything hurt me. We stopped the song. "Sorry." I mumbled to my band. Christa, our drummer, was clearly pissed. She has been working on this song for the past month and I kinda just stopped our best play. "WHAT?!" I yelled at my uncle. "You eat today?" He called back. "Really? That's what you're worried about?" "Yes! It is!" "I did." "Great play, by the way!" "Thanks!" "Mind if I stay?" "Well, you are a professional! Aren't you?" Me and my uncle went back and forth. He chuckled and sat down in front of us. I turned around. Christa was hitting Byron's guitar with the custom sticks her dad got made for her. Byron was getting pissed because it was his dad's guitar. Verena was just playing some guitar notes from Redeemer with Austin, our bassit. Why do these names sound familiar? Because, Christa is CC's daughter from Black Veil Brides; Byron is Alex's son from All Time Low; Verena is Vic's daughter from Pierce The Veil; and Austin is Aussie's daughter from Blood On The Dance Floor. Yeah, Byron is the only guy in the band, and I was going to have my cousin Hero be our other guitarist instead but he practically begged me to let him one of our guitarits. "What song do you guys want to do?" I asked. We all looked at my uncle who was getting his Instagram ready for recording. "Uncle Jayy?" I asked him. "Yes?" He said, looking up from his phone. "What song?" I asked. "I would say Time Machine, but that's really hard. I didn't even get it for 3 months." My uncle explained. (Time Machine is a real song by BOTDF. Check Dahvie Vanity's and Traci Hine's Instagram) "So...?" I asked, trailing off. "Divided We Fall." My uncle said. "I'll get the other microphone." Byron said as he walked away. He came back and we got into position. 

It's nobody's fault

That we ended up here.

Just got caught up,

And overcome by our fear.

That's so fucked up!

Now I'm drowing in tears.

How can the people I come from,

Just dissapear?

So I go in my room,

And turn the lights off;

And try to escape,

All The pain that you've caused.

Turn the radio up,

And recite all the words;

And try to fine someone,

Who knows how it hurts.

I'll run away!

All the fighting and the screaming;

Someone wake me up,

I'm dreaming;

It's like a nightmare.

I'm feeling lost.

Ever since you got up and left.

Now I'm trapped here in misery,

Plauged by regrets.

Where do we go?

Last shout,