Rough Landing, Holly., chapter 1
It was a queer (meaning gay, not weird) winters day.
Me and my friend Sarah were sitting in history class bitching about god knows what. Occasionally I would sing along to my mp3 player, and they would always be songs like, "Dominated Love slave," or, "Like a rat does cheese" (This REALLY happens).
As the bell rang me and Sarah parted ways for recess.
Recess ended quickly and I forwarded off to house group. I sat down in my chair and waited for my name to be marked off so I could go to the next subject.
When I walked into E-Block everyone was outside the classroom waiting for the teacher.
"What the fuck's going on?" I asked.
"Hm...I'd say free period," Sarah replied.
*Free period: when the teacher is away and we go to the quad and do jack shit*
"Sweet, I hope Brown is away," I said.
We laughed and continued to wait.
About ten minutes later the plump deputy principal walked up to us.
"You have a free," he said, and then walked off.
The whole of our class cheered then stampeded out of the hall way and into the quad.
"Rip a page out of your book," Sarah commanded.
I obeyed and handed her the lined page. She then ripped it into multiple pieces then began to write shit on them.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
She put her hand up to silence me, then continued to write.
A minute later she held out her hand with the folded pieces of paper on it.
"Pick one," she said simply.
Once again I obeyed.
Rough Landing, Holly, it said.
I cocked an eyebrow and tilted my head.
"You have to sing it." She explained.
"What?! I can't sing for shit!!" I replied in a shrill voice.
"Yes you can, you're gonna sing now, or I'll tell Whatsisface*." She threatened. *Whatsisface: the guy that i like's codename thingy*
"Fine." I replied.
"Just let me find it on my mp3 player so I know if I'm in tune or not," I added.
I found the track, and prepared to make an ass of myself;
Left the ground
In black and white
And when the plane went down
The colors all around
I know by now
The Margin's slight
And still I can't get out, she's all I think about, can't let her go
It's who you know
We came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go
Let her go
She moves fast,
Takes control and like a heart attack I know I can't turn back
And time just passed
Nights moved slow
And she was all I had, I thought I'd never last, can't let her go
It's who you know
We came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go
Let her go
We came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go
Let her go
She calls out the farther that I fly
I love that sound so give me one more line
And from the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
"And you say you can't sing," Sarah mused.
I rolled my eyes, then noticed all of the people that were looking at me. Two classes had a free period, a senior class and mine, and every single eye was on me.
"Oh fuck," I muttered.
"Sing something else!" they cheered.
"No!" I yelled.
They began to boo me but in response I plugged in my other head phone.
Sarah ripped it out.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," I mocked.
She pointed to this guy who I thought was hot. He was there. *Not Whatsisface!*
"You honestly think I'm gonna sing now?!" I hissed in her ear.
"Nope, but I'll tell him," she threatened.
"Goddamn you," I snapped.
"What song?" I yelled.
There were in-audible requests. Well I heard one, "Too much too soon."
I smirked; it was my favorite song, next to "Who wrote Holden Caulfield."
I scrolled down to the file called Random songs and put on the song.
When I finished singing, everyone was cheering, and I had a suspicion that I was blushing...a lot.
"Dude, you rock," Sarah said.
"Meh," I replied.
"You do!" she insisted.
"MEH!" I yelled, I didn't really give a shit if I was good, it's not like it would get me anywhere.
"Fine, I won't reason with you, sing again!" She commanded.
"No!" I said strongly.
"I've made enough of an ass oh myself already!" I added.
"I'd call it making a public display of idiocy, rather then making an ass of yourself," she said.
"Meh, they mean the same thing, yours just makes me sound even more like a retard," I shot back.
After a long awkward silence, someone popped up and said.
"You should go on Australian Idol."
I spat out the water that I was drinking and looked at who said that.
"That's complete bull shit!" I snapped.
They shook their head.
"Its bull shit and making an ass out of myself on TV..." I added.
"Still..." They trailed off.
"Oh shut up! I'm not going on TV and that's fucking final!"
"Besides the whole idea of proving yourself of TV is a crock of shit!!!!"
*A Year Later*
My friends were literally dragging me into the Sydney opera house.
"I DON'T WANNA DO THIS!" I screamed.
They dragged me into the audition room and left me there.
"Are you trying out miss?" The person said.
"No..." I muttered.
"Sorry?" They asked.
I was having a mental battle...
You'll make an ass of yourself
But why do you care?
As if you don't do it enough already!
SHUT UP!
You might win...
You have nothing to loose...
--but your dignity
As if you haven't lost that already
But this is to the world...
But it's once in a life time chance...
JUST FUCKING DO IT
SHUT THE FUCK UP
DO IT
SHUT UP
DO IT
SHUT UP--
"Um miss...?" The person said again, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"Yes, fine, I'll fucking do it!" I said triumphantly.
About an hour later I was pushed into the room.
There were three people sitting behind the desk, one of them, the woman, looked welcoming, the next one, a man, looked quizzically, and the last one, who was also a man, looked harsh.
"Hello dear," the lady said.
"Um...hi," I said.
I saw the two men muttering something like "she needs more confidence."
Then I snapped.
"If you have something to say about me, say it to my fucking face!" I snarled in a fiery voice.
The harsh one leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Morreh Cool." I answered.
He nodded slowly. "And what will you be singing?" He asked.
"Um, let's see, how about "Go suck a dick, faggy old man." ?!" I suggested heatedly.
The other two judges laughed, as he was just plain offended.
"A real song, Morreh." He said in a pissy tone.
I rolled my eyes. "Um...Teenage Lobotomy, By the Ramones." I said proudly.
"Oh god not the Ramones." The judge said.
My eyes narrowed. "What the fuck do you mean, 'Oh god not the Ramones?'" I snapped.
"Uh...I...uh..." I cut him off.
"Oh just shut up and listen to me sing," I snapped.
Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy!
DDT did a job on me now I am a real sickie guess Ill have to break the news
That I got no mind to lose all the girls are in love with me I'm a teenage lobotomy
Slugs and snails are after me DDT keeps me happy now I guess Ill have to tell em
That I got no cerebellum gonna get my PhD. Im a teenage lobotomy
Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy!
DDT did a job on me now I am a real sickie guess Ill have to break the news
That I got no mind to lose all the girls are in love with me I'm a teenage lobotomy.
All three of the judges were quiet.
Me and my friend Sarah were sitting in history class bitching about god knows what. Occasionally I would sing along to my mp3 player, and they would always be songs like, "Dominated Love slave," or, "Like a rat does cheese" (This REALLY happens).
As the bell rang me and Sarah parted ways for recess.
Recess ended quickly and I forwarded off to house group. I sat down in my chair and waited for my name to be marked off so I could go to the next subject.
When I walked into E-Block everyone was outside the classroom waiting for the teacher.
"What the fuck's going on?" I asked.
"Hm...I'd say free period," Sarah replied.
*Free period: when the teacher is away and we go to the quad and do jack shit*
"Sweet, I hope Brown is away," I said.
We laughed and continued to wait.
About ten minutes later the plump deputy principal walked up to us.
"You have a free," he said, and then walked off.
The whole of our class cheered then stampeded out of the hall way and into the quad.
"Rip a page out of your book," Sarah commanded.
I obeyed and handed her the lined page. She then ripped it into multiple pieces then began to write shit on them.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
She put her hand up to silence me, then continued to write.
A minute later she held out her hand with the folded pieces of paper on it.
"Pick one," she said simply.
Once again I obeyed.
Rough Landing, Holly, it said.
I cocked an eyebrow and tilted my head.
"You have to sing it." She explained.
"What?! I can't sing for shit!!" I replied in a shrill voice.
"Yes you can, you're gonna sing now, or I'll tell Whatsisface*." She threatened. *Whatsisface: the guy that i like's codename thingy*
"Fine." I replied.
"Just let me find it on my mp3 player so I know if I'm in tune or not," I added.
I found the track, and prepared to make an ass of myself;
Left the ground
In black and white
And when the plane went down
The colors all around
I know by now
The Margin's slight
And still I can't get out, she's all I think about, can't let her go
It's who you know
We came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go
Let her go
She moves fast,
Takes control and like a heart attack I know I can't turn back
And time just passed
Nights moved slow
And she was all I had, I thought I'd never last, can't let her go
It's who you know
We came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go
Let her go
We came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go
Let her go
She calls out the farther that I fly
I love that sound so give me one more line
And from the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
"And you say you can't sing," Sarah mused.
I rolled my eyes, then noticed all of the people that were looking at me. Two classes had a free period, a senior class and mine, and every single eye was on me.
"Oh fuck," I muttered.
"Sing something else!" they cheered.
"No!" I yelled.
They began to boo me but in response I plugged in my other head phone.
Sarah ripped it out.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," I mocked.
She pointed to this guy who I thought was hot. He was there. *Not Whatsisface!*
"You honestly think I'm gonna sing now?!" I hissed in her ear.
"Nope, but I'll tell him," she threatened.
"Goddamn you," I snapped.
"What song?" I yelled.
There were in-audible requests. Well I heard one, "Too much too soon."
I smirked; it was my favorite song, next to "Who wrote Holden Caulfield."
I scrolled down to the file called Random songs and put on the song.
When I finished singing, everyone was cheering, and I had a suspicion that I was blushing...a lot.
"Dude, you rock," Sarah said.
"Meh," I replied.
"You do!" she insisted.
"MEH!" I yelled, I didn't really give a shit if I was good, it's not like it would get me anywhere.
"Fine, I won't reason with you, sing again!" She commanded.
"No!" I said strongly.
"I've made enough of an ass oh myself already!" I added.
"I'd call it making a public display of idiocy, rather then making an ass of yourself," she said.
"Meh, they mean the same thing, yours just makes me sound even more like a retard," I shot back.
After a long awkward silence, someone popped up and said.
"You should go on Australian Idol."
I spat out the water that I was drinking and looked at who said that.
"That's complete bull shit!" I snapped.
They shook their head.
"Its bull shit and making an ass out of myself on TV..." I added.
"Still..." They trailed off.
"Oh shut up! I'm not going on TV and that's fucking final!"
"Besides the whole idea of proving yourself of TV is a crock of shit!!!!"
*A Year Later*
My friends were literally dragging me into the Sydney opera house.
"I DON'T WANNA DO THIS!" I screamed.
They dragged me into the audition room and left me there.
"Are you trying out miss?" The person said.
"No..." I muttered.
"Sorry?" They asked.
I was having a mental battle...
You'll make an ass of yourself
But why do you care?
As if you don't do it enough already!
SHUT UP!
You might win...
You have nothing to loose...
--but your dignity
As if you haven't lost that already
But this is to the world...
But it's once in a life time chance...
JUST FUCKING DO IT
SHUT THE FUCK UP
DO IT
SHUT UP
DO IT
SHUT UP--
"Um miss...?" The person said again, interrupting me from my thoughts.
"Yes, fine, I'll fucking do it!" I said triumphantly.
About an hour later I was pushed into the room.
There were three people sitting behind the desk, one of them, the woman, looked welcoming, the next one, a man, looked quizzically, and the last one, who was also a man, looked harsh.
"Hello dear," the lady said.
"Um...hi," I said.
I saw the two men muttering something like "she needs more confidence."
Then I snapped.
"If you have something to say about me, say it to my fucking face!" I snarled in a fiery voice.
The harsh one leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Morreh Cool." I answered.
He nodded slowly. "And what will you be singing?" He asked.
"Um, let's see, how about "Go suck a dick, faggy old man." ?!" I suggested heatedly.
The other two judges laughed, as he was just plain offended.
"A real song, Morreh." He said in a pissy tone.
I rolled my eyes. "Um...Teenage Lobotomy, By the Ramones." I said proudly.
"Oh god not the Ramones." The judge said.
My eyes narrowed. "What the fuck do you mean, 'Oh god not the Ramones?'" I snapped.
"Uh...I...uh..." I cut him off.
"Oh just shut up and listen to me sing," I snapped.
Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy!
DDT did a job on me now I am a real sickie guess Ill have to break the news
That I got no mind to lose all the girls are in love with me I'm a teenage lobotomy
Slugs and snails are after me DDT keeps me happy now I guess Ill have to tell em
That I got no cerebellum gonna get my PhD. Im a teenage lobotomy
Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy!
DDT did a job on me now I am a real sickie guess Ill have to break the news
That I got no mind to lose all the girls are in love with me I'm a teenage lobotomy.
All three of the judges were quiet.
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