My Hero -5 Seconds of Summer Fanfic-

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Today was the day. I had woken up twenty minutes before my alarm went off. I did a little happy dance in bed as the thoughts raced through my head. The one that stood out most was, I finally get to record my ep. In a real recording studio. My YouTube audience has been really supportive and has been growing, and when I announced that I was thinking about doing this, they went crazy saying that I should.

I turned on my screen and smiled at the background. It was 5sos with some of their supportive tweets. It always helped me get through the day. I ran to my bathroom, quietly so I wouldn't wake my mom. I pulgged in my phone to my iHome and cracked the volume, since my bathroom was upstairs while my family was downstairs.

When I finished getting ready, which didn't take long after my shower since I'm just going to the studio and seeing my 'maneger' (my mom's best friend). I had my dirty blonde, almost light brown, hair up in a messy bun, no make up, and some comfy clothes on. Comfort always came first with me.

As I drove, that's when the nerves really started to kick in. What if I get more hate then love? Sure I have my little YouTube family of about 50,000 subscribers, but this is going on iTunes. What if no one buys it and I look like an idiot? All these what if's flew through my head, making my cheery mood turn into a rainy-day-when-I'm-at-the-beach mood.

Oz was waiting outside for me when I arrived. The studio was a small studio, but one of the nicer ones in my town. I lived in a music town, so there were random music-related things all over, guitar shops, recording studios, music shops, etc.  One of the best musical college was here, so it wasn't just random.

Oz ran over to me and hugged me when I got out of my car. He was talking, but I couldn't listen. My nerves were on end. Maybe I wasn't cut out to be a singer. I mean it's the only thing I love with my whole are, that isn't a person. If I'm nervous to sing in front of Oz, who has been like a second dad to me, how could I sing in front of thousands of strangers. That is if I actually go on tour. I may be so bad, no record label will want me.

I shook my head almost as fast as my hands were shaking. Oz shot me a look, but did't ask me anything. My mood has taken a complete 180 since this morning. Just get through this recording. Then I can go cuddle up in my bed with tea, watching Supernatural or Doctor Who.

I walked into the small, dank studio. It only had one recording room. I placed my bag on the floor and walked to the microphone. I sat on the stool and thought about what covers I would do. Am I going to do my originals? I hope not. I'm not ready for anyone to hear that yet. I know for sure I'm doing Secrets and I Know a Girl (Body Love) by Mary Lambert. I'm doing I Miss You by Blink-182. Mayday Parade. Of course 5 Seconds of Summer, but only one song, maybe two. I think that's all. I can't share my originals yet. Not unless I absolutely have to.

Oz sat at the controls, and motioned for me to put on the headphones. I did as he said and he shot me a smile. I took deep breaths.

"Okay Alexis, were doing the covers you requested, and at least one original. You have to. You're gonna rock it. Oh you'll also have to record all the instruments since you don't have a band yet, and don't you dare say you can't because I know you. You've played piano since you could reach the keys, guitar since you were big enough to hold one, bass when you mastered the guitar, and drums since your dad made you. You can play all of them okay? You'll do great. Don't be nervous. You're going to blow the record labels away. I love you baby girl," he spoke, looking at me with a huge grin on his face. I nodded and took another deep breath.

The pep talk helped, and I recorded my covers with out a hitch, beside me getting a little emotional on a few of them. When it came to my original song, I decided on my first one that I wrote. I wrote it when I was fourteen, so about two years ago. I was in a dark place when I wrote it, so it's a little depressing, but the lyrics spoke to me .