A Dream Come True, chapter 6
Melody had been playing the guitar for about 20 minutes. She played a few of her own songs, a few Green Day songs she learned back in the day, and some classical stuff. Just then, her cell phone went off, playing Holiday again. She sighed and got it out of her pocket. She looked to see who was calling, Matthew. 'Why would he call? He knows where I am...' she thought to herself. She answered it, "What...?" she said into the phone, "Hey, buddy!" came Matthew's voice, "What do you want now?" Melody asked him. "I thought we were better friends than that!" he said, fake pouting. "Matt, I've know you long enough, now what the hell do you want?" she asked again, "Are you still backstage?" he asked, "Yes...why?" she said, "Oh, no reason, just maybe say hello to my heroes..." he said. Melody shook her head, "Not your heroes, 'member?" she said, "Well...I look up to them then?" he said, "No, you don't," Melody said flatly. Matt sighed, "Well...can I just say 'Hi' then?" he asked Melody rolled her eyes. She rolled over so that she was on her hands in knees and started crawling to the door. She stood up and opened the door. No one there, "Sorry, looks like there gone..." she said, looking around the room again. "What do ya mean they're not there?" Matt asked, "I mean they're not here," Melody said simply. She went down a random hall, still not finding anyone. She found a door though, and opened it. It was pitch black in the room. She wandered inside, the floor seemingly made of tile, "Hellooo?" she called out. Her echo came back, "Great, it's a huge room..." she said out loud, "What...? Where are you now?" Matt asked, "I really have no idea..." she said. She continued wander and listening to Matt rant on about her not knowing where the hell she was. Suddenly, she let out a squeal of terror as she dropped about five feet down. She dropped the phone by mistake on her way down. Matt heard a big bang and Melody in the background, "Oh Shit!" "Melody...? Hello? Melody?!?" he said into the phone, starting to get worried now. "Ow...fuck..." Melody said as she stood up again. She figured she was in the arena by now, and what she just fell off of was the stage. She climbed back onto the stage and felt around for the phone. She finally found it, "Matt?" she said into it, "Melody! What the hell just happened?!?" he asked, yelling at her. "I just...fell..." she said, standing up again.
* With all the others *
"She's where all the equipment is," Billie answered. "Yeah, she's playing a guitar in there or something. She thinks she's really good, but she kinda sucks at it," Caroline said with a smirk. Kitty turned to Caroline, "She's not that bad..." she said, defending her friend. "Wait...she plays guitar?" Zach asked, looking over at Kitty and Caroline. Kitty nodded, Caroline smiled, "Oh, I can play much better than her," she said, nodding. She knew that Tre was the one she liked better than the other two, ever since she was thirteen, back when they were friends.
Okay, before I go on any longer, I just want to tell you one thing: none of this really happened. It was just another of my crazy dreams during Social Studies (Don't worry, I'm not the only one that falls asleep in the fucked up class). Right now, I'm thirteen and in eighth grade. If you must label me, go along with all the other people at my school who insist I'm "Goth." To tell you the truth, I make myself sick because I'm so fucking happy-go-lucky and optimistic at school. Thank God I'm not at home. And, if you really want to know what my real name is, too bad, because from now on, I'll be making everyone refer to me as Saturn (Please don't ask). I have light brown hair, blue eyes, way too pale skin with freckles (Which I hate). Also, I'm much too skinny, making everyone in the seventh grade think I was anorexic, so now I'm trying to gain weight but nothing seems to work. I'm actually pretty tall for my age, I think anyway. I'm about five foot five (You wouldn't believe how many tiny people go to my school). It's also fun to piss my dad off by wearing way too much eyeliner and mascara and scaring the shit out of everyone. But anyway, now that I've described myself to you, shall my get on with my life story? It all started...
* With all the others *
"She's where all the equipment is," Billie answered. "Yeah, she's playing a guitar in there or something. She thinks she's really good, but she kinda sucks at it," Caroline said with a smirk. Kitty turned to Caroline, "She's not that bad..." she said, defending her friend. "Wait...she plays guitar?" Zach asked, looking over at Kitty and Caroline. Kitty nodded, Caroline smiled, "Oh, I can play much better than her," she said, nodding. She knew that Tre was the one she liked better than the other two, ever since she was thirteen, back when they were friends.
Okay, before I go on any longer, I just want to tell you one thing: none of this really happened. It was just another of my crazy dreams during Social Studies (Don't worry, I'm not the only one that falls asleep in the fucked up class). Right now, I'm thirteen and in eighth grade. If you must label me, go along with all the other people at my school who insist I'm "Goth." To tell you the truth, I make myself sick because I'm so fucking happy-go-lucky and optimistic at school. Thank God I'm not at home. And, if you really want to know what my real name is, too bad, because from now on, I'll be making everyone refer to me as Saturn (Please don't ask). I have light brown hair, blue eyes, way too pale skin with freckles (Which I hate). Also, I'm much too skinny, making everyone in the seventh grade think I was anorexic, so now I'm trying to gain weight but nothing seems to work. I'm actually pretty tall for my age, I think anyway. I'm about five foot five (You wouldn't believe how many tiny people go to my school). It's also fun to piss my dad off by wearing way too much eyeliner and mascara and scaring the shit out of everyone. But anyway, now that I've described myself to you, shall my get on with my life story? It all started...
