Driven

Chapter 2: 2020 isn't my fault

"Now that we have the past out of the way. Hello! I am Remiel Marius Vanderbilt and I am your basic goth bitch who's lived a couple million years. No big deal."

"If you don't like baggage get out now while you have the time. This story is nothing but my baggage."

"I suppose that I'm only popping in to warn you things aren't pretty and not everything has a happy ending. Like 2020 for instance"

"We have a pandemic. Meteors almost hitting earth. Murder hornets. Wild fires. Hurricanes. You name it we got it. Not to mention these god forsakened mask that make it hard to do anything. Oh and all me and the black stars shows got cancelled."

" Who are the black stars? Well it's the rock band I'm in. I'm the guitarist also the screamer when we need some edge."

"Roxanne Lavoe is our lovely lead singer. She's the stunningly fierce. Her black hair is almost as big as her personality and her skin is dark as her humor can be.

Almost like a dark roast coffee strong and velvety. Her eyes were very unique as they were captivating. A dark green to set off her natural beauty.  She's fire and ice with a voice to match"

"We have Jaun Marquise Ford. The spicy drummer boy. Let me tell you he knows how to hit. Heh his hair is long and black and hits just above his ass.

His olive skin reminding me of a younger me. His eyes however now those are like hot chocolate on a cold day. Warm and inviting. He's taller than me probably about 6'2.  Very talented"

"Deku Moriah Laith. They are our kicking little bass player. Absolute genius. They're  always pushing limits from how they play to way they dress.

Rainbow hair shortly haves on the sides and long on top. Fishnets always partnered their clothes. Whether under ripped jeans or with a skirt.

They're my favorite to mess with on stage tho I have been known to get kicked in special places for it. Nothing like collapsing on stage for prank."

"Last but not least Martin Donovan Manghae is out manger and lights and sound guy.  He is definition of white and nerdy. He's also kind but always keeps us in line. Ginger hair ,blue eyes, theatre kid. Wanted to work on Broadway as IT but he's stuck with us. He loves us rather he admits it or not."

"Now that you've met my friends, You need to know they know everything about me. From how old I am to what I am. Tho none of us have a word for what I am. " I ponder my thoughts for a moment to see what I need to tell you.

"Oh yes amoung my life 2020 is the worst. People figured out that I'm immortal. Now everyone is trying to figure out the secret to life. A pandemic took over my life and my friends and I were almost separated but moved in together last minute. Living in America is also hard during this time because of elections. "

I give a sigh digging my fingers through me hair. "Yes let's cheese between a dinosaur with no morals or and orange with no morals. It was almost just good enough to vote kanye and hope he's to stupid or mentally ill to do anything. Disaster after disaster and everyone is blaming me"

"I may have supernatural powers but I'd never do this. Sometimes I wonder if god has left the chat but I look at my necklace and hope I'm wrong. From the solar flare that recked half the world and mold the supernatural come to light I don't think I was"

"So this will be my personal journal of things. If your reading this hopefully I'm dead. That or scummy paparazzi needed a cheap story. Either way I hope you like it. I hope you get some answers. More than. I ever have"

With that our hero had dissapeared on an empty stage to televise a live performance. He doesn't know of the dangers creeping up. The way the world will change or the decisions that ride on him.

He so old yet still so young and inexperienced. Never matured only keeping a childish mindset. Like his brain has stuck with the view of his body. Forever young. Forever stuck.