Move to America they said, it will be fun they said. Bull shit. I've been here for a week and people already think I'm a girl. Damn it, I moved to get a way from that life. Not to mention that high school in America is worse than back home in England. Can't people just see me as I was meant to be? I'm a boy not a bloody girl. Thank lucifers mother that I start hormones this week. I left my small apartment and headed to the nearest guitar center, I need a new guitar, preferably a dean.
-time skip brought to you by Ronnie's dog-
I walked in and being my introverted self, I went directly to the wall and found a rather bright green guitar, so I plugged it in. The small amp gave off a great sound so I decided to play a song that I wrote with my friends back in England, venom love. I kept my eyes closed as I played, soon after I finished a rather tall man said, "You've got a great skill, I'm Ronnie. I happened to hear you when I was looking at mics. I just wanted to say that was fucking cool." I just smiled and decided to speak up. "Uh t-thanks. I'm Jacky by the way." My damn stuttering, can't I get a normal day. "Well, Jacky, I'll be seeing you around here often then." He said and walked off. Huh, he didn't seem to question me to bad, great. I decided on a violet coloured dean guitar with a floyd rose neck. Things may be different for me here in America.
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FanfictionWhen Jacky Vincent moves to America and starts high school, a certain person catches his eye. Being known as the guy who's been in trouble more times that you could count, Ronnie decides to make a change for a short guy with brow hair and blue eyes...
