Hell Above (PTV fanfic)
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Last published Fri, Nov 28, 2014
HEY GUYS I WILL BE EDITING THE CHAPTERS 1-3 SO DONT BE SURPRISED IF ITS A LITTLE DIFFERENT BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE BOOK :
Audrey has been writing letters to her heroes everyday.....what happens when they write back?
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Hey guys the reason I chose the title as hell above because 1) it's a great song and 2) i really love the meaning which I will put down below:
Hell Above
I wrote this song for all of our fans who feel like they don’t have a home or a place that they don’t fit in. It was all inspired by the letters, messages, and conversations that we’ve had with them over the last couple of years. In the chorus i say ‘this is a wasteland, my only retreat. ’ i am referring to the shows that we play as a temporary home for those who need it. It may not be much, but at least it’s a place where we can forget about our problems for a little while.
I really hope you enjoy this book and please comment your opinions:)
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