She was bullied at home. She was bullied at school. Will things change when she is part of a University program that puts students with bands for one to two years?! Can they save her? Save her from her family? Save her from herself?

Growing up in a super religious household was not easy when she was battling depression. Her parents refused to get her the help she needed because it would "look bad on the family". She never thought she'd make a friend through the suicide hotline. Or that her friend would change her life forever! Something inside him snapped when she called him from the hospital after a suicide attempt.

Vegas. A place where all the outcasts go to feel at home. Everywhere you go, you see things you never thought you would, simply because some of these things seem to exist outside of our world. Bright lights everywhere. Amazing fountains and shows leaving you in awe and wonder, and some of the most odd yet beautiful things you've ever seen. Not to mention a little wedding chapel on every street corner. Vegas. A place where people go to see the sights, have the time of their lives, and make decisions that changes their lives forever. That, my friends, is where my story begins. Well sort of. I should probably start at the beginning. *Sorry I'm horrible as summaries and titles. Disclaimer: Any famous people or any music that are mentioned in this story are NOT mine. I only own the plot and non famous characters. Well that's about it folks. I hope you enjoy the story! Please don't be afraid to comment!*

Remembering what happened the last time she saw Shinedown play was easy. . . beyond easy. It was after the show had ended and she walked towards backstage, hoping she could talk her way to see them. When walking down a dimly lit hallway, she realized that most people had already left, all she could hear was her own heartbeat and the soft thud of her shoes. That's when she saw a silhouette in the distance. Stopping poised to run, thinking it was security, she watched as the figure stepped into the light, a mere couple feet away from where she stood. As the figure took the last step, stepping into the light before her, she saw the unmistakable long black hair and deep blue eyes of Brent Smith... This story is a complete work of fiction and being written for fun and entertainment Co-written with AZX_love99 #1 for #brentsmith 😍😍 #1 for #shinedown 🥰🥰 #2 for #chanceencounter #5 for #kissandtell #6 for #chancemeeting

#shinedown ©shinemz33 • • • "All he needed was attention. All he wanted was attention. He was invisible, until he showed everybody who he really is and what he can do." This is the story of Shawn, a 17-years-old teenager that got tired of being invisible and, thanks to Shinedown, he showed everybody the real him.

Attention, attention, get down on the floor Don't reach for your pockets, don't run for the door The tension, the tension, it's urgent, it's real The cameras are rolling, the envelope's sealed Attention attention, by the way, did I mention? The stories I hear are the stories I tell Like jumping over buildings and sneaking out of hell Intention, retention, it's all in your head That pretty little mistress, that's hiding in your bed Attention attention, by the way, did I mention? Nothing 'bout me is ordinary My friends all say I'm going crazy I don't hear a word that they say Cause the voices in my head are legendary But I'll never tell 'em where the bodies are buried Keeps them coming back every day Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul Attention attention, 'cause this ain't a stunt The judge is a racist, the jury's corrupt The shelves are all empty but the seats are all filled If you're a shiny new penny, I'm a hundred dollar bill Attention attention, by the way, did I mention? Nothing 'bout me is ordinary My friends all say I'm going crazy I don't hear a word that they say Cause the voices in my head are legendary But I'll never tell 'em where the bodies are buried Keeps them coming back every day Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul Attention, attention Attention, attention They're just villains in my mind doin' time Nothing 'bout me is ordinary My friends all say I'm going crazy I don't hear a word that they say Cause the voices in my head are legendary But I'll never tell 'em where the bodies are buried Keeps them coming back every day Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul Oh no, oh no, they're just villains in my mind doin' time Oh no, oh no, they're just matches burning holes in my soul Attention Attention

Elizabeth always admired Eric from afar. She wasn't your average fan. She loved him for his talents and the way he played through emotions, not for his looks and songs. She wasn't crazy and never cried over anything he did. Shinedown had been her favorite band for years. And after a strange encounter with her favorite member, she had and unknown dream come true.