Mad Sounds (Jack Barakat)

1 - When You Fall Asleep Tonight

Title credit: DayShell

I sit on my bed jamming out to some All Time Low, trying to focus on doing this homework assignment. Somehow by listening to music I'm more productive with my work. I sing along as I finish off my biology homework, with my English work still sitting on my bed. Ugh, I'll never get done, it's already 6.

"You're not a hero, you're a liar.

You're not a savior, you're a vampire.

Sucking the life out of all the friends you've ever known.

You're just a train wreck, not a winner.

Up on your soapbox, preaching down to the sinners.

The saints without a cause.

We're not listening.

We're not listening.

I'm gonna start a revolution.

Of convoluted disillusion.

I'll lead a war with no conclusion.

And in my final hour, I'll be a confident coward.

Cause if we stand for nothing, we'll fall for anything.

You're not a hero, you're a liar.

You're not a savior, you're a vampire.

Sucking the life out of all the friends you've ever known.

You're just a train wreck, not a winner.

Up on your soapbox, preaching down to the sinners.

The saints without a cause.

We're not listening.

We're not listening.

Yeah this is moving in the same direction.

But I'm a little too spent to care.

Cause it's a battlefield till it blows over.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

We're throwing stones though we live in glass houses.

We talk shit like it's a cross to bear.

You're only relevant until you get older.

Keep your friends close and-"

I'm suddenly cut off by my phone's ringtone, which is Do I Wanna Know? By Arctic Monkeys. It clashes with the fun, upbeat flow of All Time Low with its slow, rhythmic, calm beat. I pause the music and grab for my phone, I don't know the number but I answer anyway, I always do even though I don't know the number.

"Hello?" I ask without a waver in my voice, attempting to go back to working on this boring study guide, thinking that someone probably dialed the wrong number. Which frankly enough, it happens quite often to me.

"Is this Cecelia? Cecelia Coleman?" The voice sounds so familiar, like I've heard it before, but I can't put a name to the voice. This mans voice is soothing and calm with a little raspy sound to it, making it sound irresistible.

"The one and only." I say with a light chuckle.

"Hi Cecelia! This is Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat, you're on Full Frontal!" He says with so much excitement in his voice. Oh my goodness. I sit frozen by the words that had just came out of his mouth. I drop my pencil out of my hand and sit there with my mouth wide open and eyes almost falling out of my head. I submitted my number to their Full Frontal email for them to call me to feature on the show a few days ago. I had no hopes of being called because of the other bajillion girls (or boys, but most likely girls) that left their number with them too. But here they are, on the phone with me, of all people.