Jacob's P.O.V
I walked into the coffee shop called "Iwantmydickback coffee" with my fangirls on 9/11. I had just released my new song, called "Sweaty shirt". What I didn't understand was that people were now trying to kill me. "I DONT WANT TO WEAR YOUR SWEATY SHIRT, FAG!!" Is what my mother, Donald Trump, said this morning to me. "NIEN!!!" is what my daddy, Hitler, said when I offered...
I was feeling rlly down bc my parents never respect anything I did! I made music. I didn't even love my parents... I didn't love my fangirls... I didn't love anyone. But who could I love? I got my answer the moment I walked into that coffee shop.
"Hi, Billy Mays here!" His voice, was so beautiful. I loved to look at every last inch of his beard. He had amazing white teeth, and the way he demonstrated cleaning usages made my nose bleed. I stared at the amazing man before me, Billy Mays. I walked up to him. "Hi!" He said. "hhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I replied. "I rlly liked ur song, i bought it on itunes" He admitted. "Y-you did?" I struggled to say. "I... I like your acting."
"Thanks Jacob statatatariousses" He nodded. I nodded back. I walked out of the coffee shop, girls screaming my name. I decided I would make a song, just for Billy Mays, and I would call it, Hit or Miss.
