5SOS Sucks || 5S0S ||

0.2

{her's}

I groaned a bit as I walked around my dressing room. It was a small place, but we managed. As i looked around, i finally noticed that what I was looking for was not here. I rolled my eyes and walked into my band mate's room. " ERIKA! Where are my lucky drumsticks?! ". She just shrugged and continues applying her black make-up,"where ever you left it, dumb-ass". Rolling my eyes, I flick her forehead and smirked," fyi eric, your shirts on backwards". I walked out sassily as I hear her scream in anger, her having been trying to get ready for the past hour. It was Halloween, after all. As mean girls predicted, all the girls at the gig we were at were wearing slutty shit, while the guys were sexy as fuck. I was dressed as Billy joe Armstrong from green day, Erika was dressed as a steam punk girl, Jamie was rose from dr. Who and emily was dressed as a sexy police officer because she has the body for it.

Oh my, I've forgotten that no one knows what's happened. After I got the news that everyone left me to rot in the hell hole that is a hospital, I moved out on my own. I didn't have more than a 10th grader, I got a tutor to teach me a bit. Her name was Jamie Anderson. After I was caught up, we became best friends. She introduced me to her two besties, Erika and Emily. We all knew we wanted to play music. We decided that in the next 4 weeks, we would get a recording deal with hi or hey records in LA. Even if we didn't, we promised to always stick together, no matter what. No retreat, no surrender. We asked permission from there parents and once they said we could, we packed our bags and moved to bel air, Los Angles. It was big. Way bigger than our little apartment in Sydney but luckily, Emily knows a guy. Once we were settled, I bought Emily a new Eddie van Hallen electric guitar with the money I raised working at nandos in exchange for he getting us this cool place in Bel-Air. I got a new drum kit from my sister because she felt bad for leaving me in Sydney to live with my dad instead of staying with mom to see me. See hazel grace, pity is good sometimes. Once everyone had a new instrument, we started playing again. I know it's unbelievable, but we actually played really good together and didn't sound like shit like most bands do in the beginning of there careers. We got Emily's uncle, the president of Hi or Hey, to sign us a recording deal, under one condition. We had to have written 10 songs by the deadline of October 5th, which would be exactly two weeks from that day. And I of course, excepted the challenge.

Now this. this is the part I won't tell. My motivation. You know why I won't tell? Because I don't know what it was. I just started spouting lyrics like a musical waterfall and as I wrote them down, they just came together. I just know it was a mixture of anger, sadness, depression, grief, regret, and agonizing pain. But I still don't know what it was after. Was it my parents? Was it Alexis? And as I stood there before the studio, I considered another reason for an explanation behind the gothic hammer i slammed down onto the drums as I wrote the lyrics and beats. Was Michael my reason? Was u really that cliché to think that he would just up and come to me, saying sorry and it would be alright? Because swap down if known. I'd always known. It would never be alright. The fact that he had left me there in the white walled room without even trying for more than a month. The reason I cried for the first four months of being awake. The reason my words were so vile and rude instead of the kind, thoughtful ones I used to utter as a child. He had changed me. The world has changed me. My mother, my sister, my 'friends'. They all changed me.

And now. This is where we are today. Here me and my band are, preparing for our first live performance at our album release party. As you can tell, we got the recording deal and were put out fast. After all, that's just how fame works right?

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{his}

I sigh angrily as i run my hands through my hair. Today was our first day off in LA and i didn't have a clue on me and the boys could do. Sighing i turn to Luke, who is playing on his 3DS," hey dip-shit, I'm bored! Lets see if there are any cool parties in this shit town! ". Luke nodded his head in agreement and for the next 10 minutes we searches the internet to see if there was anything we could do besides sit and do nothing. Suddenly, a small invite popped up in my email from 'Hi Or Hey management' reading,