~ Dimensions ~ (Completed) ✅

New Years Special (Part 2)

(Y/n) - your name

(H/l) - hair length

(H/c) - hair colour

(E/c) - eye colour

"-If you ever need me
Know I'll be there
Don't you ever be afraid to call
I'll be waiting over the horizon
Don't you worry I'm not very far
I'll light it up, show you the way
I'll light it up, show you the way
I'll light it up, show you the way
I'll light it up, don't be afraid

When the night gets cold
And the lights go out
The sun is gone behind the clouds
When you feel lost, then I'll reach out
To guide you home with my lighthouse

When the night gets cold
And the lights go out
The sun is gone behind the clouds
When you feel lost, then I'll reach out
To guide you home with my lighthouse
Wo-oh, wo-oh
I'll guide you home with my lighthouse
Wo-oh, wo-oh
I'll guide you home."

Standing in the recording studio, you sing the last word, the note echoing around you. You wait for the approval of the recorder, waiting with a grim look on your face as you see your parents watching you. The recorder nodded, smiling brightly at the perfectly recorded new song. You take the headphones off and exit, leaving the room, not even a glance at your parents. You let out a sigh, tears threatening to escape. You never wanted to be used. You walk out into the buildings foyer, filled with managers and news reporters. You instantly put up your facade when you get swarmed by paparazzi.

"(Y/n)!"

"When will your new song be released!?"

"(Y/n)!"

"Who is it decimated to!?"

"(Y/n)!"

"Who designed your clothing!?"

"(Y/n)!"

"OMG. We love you (y/n)!"

"(Y/n)!"

"We want to be just like you!"

"(Y/n)!"

"Have you gotten your mark yet!?" Your smile falters at this and the reporters see this instantly. They ask you more personal questions. Before you burst, shouting every known cuss word in your head, you parents dive in for the rescue. Well, the attention. They hoard it up as security guards take you away to your private jet to Paris. The paparazzi instantly follows but you put up a firm smile, waving as you get in. You let out a huge sigh as the door closes. You pull down the blind and put in your headphones yo drown out the world around. You lean back in your seat, feeling the jet finally take off. You open your eyes to see that your parents must be in another private compartment in the jet, enjoying their martinis and jumbo shrimp. You scoff at the idea and head to a secret room in the jet. A room, that even the pilot haven't found out about. It was a music and recording studio. You would try and spend all your time in this room without getting caught, recording your own music that is dear to your heart. Music that no one will ever know about except you. You start humming a new song you have been working on, going to the microphone in the recording booth. You head to the recording studio, looking at the multiple switches and buttons. Humming the tune, you create this melody. Once again heading to the microphone, you listen to the beat and sing your heart out.