Same Old,Same Old.

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Chapter 1~Same Old, Same Old…

 “Hello Nashville!! Its 6 am and Monday morning! Wake up! Wake up! Rise and shine to the new single “Oxygen by Tragic Massacre”

   I woke up to the radio host saying that loudly in my ear on my alarm clock. I groaned to myself quietly while unhappily getting up out of my comfy warm bed. While hearing the lyrics of my current favorite song I walked to my bathroom and started to brush my teeth.

 “You make me able to breathe, able to see, if only you could be, Mine, You’re my oxygen girl, Even though you play it coy, I know you can’t breathe, Without Me”

 I got out of my bathroom and started dancing and singing the lyrics aloud. I should be happy; I have one week left of school exactly and today is a special day. Today is the day I get a special call.

 Well about 3 months ago, I went to an audition for a movie in LA and today I’m going to know if I got it or not. I really hope I get it because it is my dream to be a famous actress/singer.

 So today I’m going to know if I get the role or not. If they call and say yes then happy Chloe, but if they call and say no, sad Chloe. Well, that’s Hollywood they tell you. I thought my audition went pretty good. I read my script, sang them something, talked to them for a while, then said goodbye and they said that they’d “think and call me soon”.

 School is going to be really long today but, I’ll just have to get through it slowly. I put on black tight jeans, my favorite pair, and a white fitted v-neck with converses. Put a little bit of black eyeliner and vanilla lip gloss on, grabbed my big yellow hobo bag, said goodbye to my mom and walked outside to await the school bus.

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 When I got to school, I walked up to my locker to my 3 best friends Hazel, Scarlett, and Penn. They all awaited me with smiles; I smiled back with an excited expression on my face.

 “So movie star,” Penn said “Did you get the call yet?” he laughed. Penn was my best friend; he has been since 8^th grade. And today is one of the last days of 9^th grade. Penn was long and lanky. He was like 6 more inches taller than me and he had newly dyed Black hair.

 “Not yet,” I laughed “I’m getting the call later” I said to them secretly and quietly, I don’t want people to know because I don’t want to be harassed by people in my school. Like “Ooh! Are you going to be with hot movie stars?””Do you think you’re going to make it big?” Ugh. I can see it now.

 “Well, I really hope you get it. Then you can get me hot guys’ numbers” Scarlett joked, well at least I hoped. Scarlett was my best friend; she has been since 7^th grade. She had long blond hair, blue eyes, and she was almost as tall as Penn. She loved all guys and all guys loved her.

   “Alright, Sure S. Whatever you say” I laughed looking at my friend Hazel. She was half awake, she hated mornings, and she was never awake fully until like 4^th period. Hazel had blackish brown hair about down to her shoulders. She was as tall as me and she’s been my best friend since day care.

 The school bell rang and everybody in the hall crowded to get in the classrooms before they are late. But who would give a tardy slip on the last day of school?

Wait. Teachers would. Aha, teachers would. They’re all the same. Same old teachers.

 

 

  “Man, Man, Man” Kenneth said waking me up too early in the morning. What was it? Like 9?

 “What?” I moaned tiredly “It’s too early; Wake me up at about 2...” Can’t I ever get some sleep; I mean c’mon I went to bed around three after the movie premiere after-party.

 I got rocked back and forth “Jagger, man! Wake up! We have to go to the radio station in 2 hours. We need to have a band meeting.”

 “Fine Fine!” I groaned loudly almost as like I was screaming. I got up and rubbed my eyes looking at Kenneth madly. He chuckled walking away. I got up crankily and walked to my bathroom.

 I walked in and looked in the mirror, looking good I thought to myself. My hair was long and dark brown that swept right above my shoulders, with a bang that swept across my face. I had dark brown eyes and some say I have muscles of a god. But, who couldn’t blame them? I work out every day, right after I eat, so that my calories turn into muscle.

 I fixed my hair and put on dark denim tight jeans that showed off my, well you know. And a red and black plaid button up. I look good I thought to myself and walked out to go see my band members.

   “FINALLY!” Zane said laughing “I’ve been up for 20 minutes waiting!!! I thought you’d never get up!” he laughed smiling.

 “Ooh 20 minutes…The wait” I joked back Zane was the comedian out all of us. He always knew how to make us laugh when we needed it most. Zane was also the oldest out of all of us, he was 20.

 “Okay okay” Kenneth said. Kenneth was the boss of the group he was the one who held us all together, the one who kept us all organized. He was also my little brother he was 2 years younger than me but still, without him my room and I would be a mess.

 “Hey Jamison! Oh wait I mean Blade... Are you awake yet?” I looked at Blade who was falling asleep on the couch. Blade was the innocent one out of all of us. He was the baby; he was three years younger than us, which is 15.

 “You know what? Whatever JAGGER!!!” Blade threw a pillow at me which I caught faster than it could come near my face.

 “Heh he heh!” I laughed evilly “So when’s the meeting?”

 “Now” Kenneth said walking to the recording studio pulling me and Blade by our sleeves.

Ahhh, Kenneth. Same old Kenneth.

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 Lunch time came around, Penn, Hazel, Scarlett and I all walked to our usual table and sat down waiting for our table to be called to go in the line. I watched all the populars go up first and I asked

 “Why do they get to go first? Is it like popular privileges or something? Ha ha. Can’t we get through one day without all the teachers picking the populars over us?” I joked.

 “Probably not” Hazel said “But when you’re famous, all of them are going to be like ‘CHLOE! CHLOE! LOOK OVER HERE! I LOVE YOU!’” She pretended to be like them waving her arms in the air obnoxiously.

   Scarlett shrugged. I think sometimes that she’d rather be one of them. Not for the privileges but for the boys. But she’s here so I guess we better be thankful that she didn’t leave us for them.

 I laughed at Hazel and said “sure” looking at this one specific person. His name was Brad; he was one of the populars. I’ve liked him since 7^th grade from when he first moved here. Brad had medium length short brown hair, he was always in every sport, club, and activity you could be in, and he achieved in all of them. Oh did I mention he’s the most popular guy in school? So he’s never noticed me because, he’s dating my ex best friend Amber who left us for the populars.

   But he was so good looking and smart I just still had to like him, despite his flaw as a popular kid. Because he was just so gorgeous. So I just had to stare until I got interrupted by Hazel.

   “C’mon Chlo, Brad will always be there to stare at, I mean do you think any of the preps are going to move and do something with their life?” she protested to me and dragged me up by my arm.

   “Um, not really” I laughed following her taking my arm out of her grip walking up to the lunch line. “Yum yum Hazel, hamburgers our favorite” Hazel and I were vegetarians we haven’t eaten meat since 8^th grade.

    “Oh yes” Hazel said laughing picking up just fries and a chocolate milk. “You know Chlo, if you’re here still next year, maybe we should protest for more vegetarian and vegan food, even though we’re like the only vegetarians in our whole small town school.”

    We lived in a small town near Nashville, it was called Fayetteville, it was small and its population was only almost 7,200. I’ve lived there since my mom and dad moved me here in 4^th grade. It’s been the same since I’ve moved here. Well not the same, its population has grown a lot. But it’s been the same things.

   Same Old Town.

 

    “So then we’re going to talk about our new single and how we’re going to be performing at the music awards in August. Okay Guys, any questions?” our manager/agent Wynter said to us. She’s been our manager/agent/best friend since forever. Wynter had long blond hair, she was shorter than all of us, and she was also in a serious relationship with Zane.

    “Okay” We all said in tune at the same time. But then I added “What If they ask about Brittany?” Brittany was my ex girlfriend, well for PR she was, but she always thought we we’re really dating. So when we “broke up” she got mad and wrote a whole angry cry baby CD about me, but the press loves it. Maybe it’s for PR too. Wait no; her PR agent actually pities me.

    “Okay guy’s, are you ready to go do this?” Wynter said with Zane’s arm around her smiling. Ugh they make me sick. Zane’s a freaking rock star and he chooses to be with an un-famous person instead of a hot famous girl. More for me I guess.

   “Aren’t we always?” I asked back. Walking to the craft services table and getting my iced mocha cappuccino and gulping it down in two sips then hearing the radio host call us in. “Let’s go” I said walking in there with a big fake smile.

 That same old fake smile.

 

    PE came around but today Hazel and I are skipping it because we are going to hang out in the bathroom listening to the radio cause our favorite band, Tragic Massacre, is going to be on our favorite radio station today talking about their new single that was released two days ago.

   We we’re going to go to the station but, we couldn’t convince our parents to let us skip school on the last week of school just to see some rock stars for a second then hear them for an hour. So we’re going to play the cramps card and run to the bathroom. Let’s see how that works out.

   We walked into the gym, the hot sweaty gym, and Ms.Shanchez, our PE coach, was sitting in her usual chair. Ms.Shanchez was about in her early forties with a very athletic body, blond almost going gray hair and she never wore makeup and she always worked out so her face looked pretty bad.

   “Ms.Shanchez,” I said giving a big fake smile. I hope she doesn’t see that. “Hazel isn’t feeling good, she really needs to go to the bathroom, and can I take her?” Please don’t see the acting in me I thought. Hazel held her stomach and groaned as if she was in pain. Good Girl.

   “What’s wrong?” Ms.Shanchez asked skeptically. She raised her bushy eyebrow.

 “Well Hazel here, it’s her ‘time of the month’” I air quoted time of the month for emphasis and smiled. C’mon acting do me good I thought.

   “Hazel, are you sure you wouldn’t rather go to the nurse than the bathroom?” Ms.Shanchez asked watching Hazel.

   “Yes Ma’m, I really need to go now” Hazel said holding her stomach and making a painful expression on her face.

    “Well,” Ms.Shanchez thought out loud. Fingers crossed I thought. “Go ahead; I remember when I was your age and having cramps during school. Here’s a hallway pass.” She gave me a yellow sheet of paper and I wrapped my arm around Hazel’s for ‘support’ and walked out into the hallway.

    “If you don’t get that call back then I don’t know what kind of actresses they are looking for, I mean my stomach started to hurt just watching you talk to her.” Hazel laughed and we walked into the bathroom.

   “Thanks” I smiled walking up to the sink and looking into it. I studied my face; I had bright blue eyes, pink cheeks, and straight long brown hair. I was kind of tall, about 5’5 and I guess you can call my body slender.

   Hazel was sitting on the sink scrolling through her mp3 looking for the radio station “Found it!” she whispered lightly.

 I jumped up on the sink and put an earphone in to listen and this is what we heard

   “Good afternoon Nashville, Benny here, and I’m with Tragic Massacre talking about their new single, girls, and upcoming projects. ‘So Jagger’”

   I jumped excitedly Jagger was my favorite. He was so beautiful. Hazel pulled a poster of them that she got out of our favorite teen magazine out of her purse and we looked at it imagining those boys like their talking in this very room. I studied the poster, well Jagger at least, hearing the radio talk.

   “Tell us about you guy’s new single.” The voice changed to Jagger’s amazing deep rocker voice “Well Benny, our new single ‘Oxygen’ is about how you only need that person and they are acting like they don’t care but in the end, they really do.” The voice changed back to Benny “Is this song about anyone specifically?

 They all laughed in unison that means yes, I hope it isn’t about Jagger’s ex girlfriend Brittany. I sat there wishing that it wasn’t listening to Jagger say.

    “Well our songs aren’t about anyone in specific, we write more for the fans, so that they can relate back to our songs” I heard a smile in Jagger’s voice and disappointment in Benny’s, like Benny was just wishing for something to gossip about. Benny said with a disappointed tone

   “Oh really? Jagger, tell us about Brittany. What really happened between you two? Benny said, still not getting of the topic.

   All radio stations are the same.

NOTHING HAPPENED BETWEEN US I felt like screaming at him. But instead I kept my cool composure, smiled and said “Well, Brittany and I just grew apart. I was getting ready to go on tour and she was getting ready to go film a new movie so I decided to break it”

   There, you want something to talk about, there it is. Talk about how I broke up with her. I thought smiling fakely watching Benny just think of what to say next.

   “Oh I see” Benny said. Benny was this short skinny guy that was getting to look old, and he was only in his mid- twenties. But the microphone that he talks in makes his voice sound ‘mature and hot’ even though in real life he sounded like an eleven year old boy going through puberty.

 Benny continued “Kenneth, tell us about any upcoming projects” yeah that’s right stop talking about Brittany with me I thought looking at Kenneth like everybody else in and outside the window.

 “Well, we’re supposed to be performing our newest single at the Music Awards in August” Kenneth said smiling. He was always best at talking about upcoming projects. I don’t know why, but he was.

   Barely listening to my band mates and Benny talking I looked out the window. There were all these girls in ages ranging from like eight to in their twenties and even some moms I guessed.

   They we’re all screaming, I felt bad for their vocal chords when they go home. But they were screaming for us, so that must be something.

   Fans are always the same everywhere, they always scream and when you walk by they always try just to get a touch or photo. Some try to get our attention with signs at concerts like “Marry Me put-name-here!” and “I’m your number one fan!” but the funniest one I saw before was to me and it said “Jagger, I’m going to have your kids!”.

   But Fans are the best. Same everywhere but they are the best.

Author's Note

So Sorry! I meant to put it as a book instead! :) Rate and Review Please!

Reviews

[PaperHearts]

An entertaining storyline with solid, relatable characters! The dialogue was humourous and believeable, and I think that you described the relationships between the characters really well. You really have to be aware of the tenses you're writing in though, because you tended to stray between past and present tense, which could get distracting for the reader.
Other than that, this was an interesting start to a cleverly written story! Well done,
~PaperHearts =]

[deeps]

Wonderful, I found some places humorus
This is wonderful, you write really well i mean that.
Makes me think of gossipers in some way as well.
Some have nothing better to do than gossip.
This is very well put together and such a wonderful flow.
i like how you have it divided down as well.
Very well written.
If you have more I would love to read it.