Getting The Wannabe Rocker

Getting The Wannabe Rocker

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Aaliyah:What's my dream? Simple, i wanna be a rock star, not just any random brunette with piercings and tattoos that only sings in the town club, but an international rocker who gets to have her U.S. tours and all, getting the grammys, and voted for the rocker of the year. Just imagine Aaliyah and her band or our band name on the top of the music charts not just locally but internationally. Oh the dream of tender youth, or should i say a dream of a hopeless rock star? Hale: "Ok guys let's have a bet. I'll get that red chick over there fall head over heels for me and if I win you better help me get away from my parents for at least a week! And if I lose which will be impossible, then you can do whatever the hell you want with me!" Will Aaliyah achieve her dream and be the next princess of rock? Or will she stop dreaming and fall to the depths of love? Heyy guys! This is my first story so please comment and tell me your opinions about it! :)) Thanks! :]]
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My Girl

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

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