XoXoHey, I'm Tamora Freud
I prefer Timmy
Guess who I am?
Yah, The Shy One
It comes with the package:
The Best Friend stole my heart.
To bad for
The SkaterAnyways,
this year I blow out 17 candles.
As for my life story, my dad's a writer, a pretty good one too. I grew up reading every single book he wrote. I didn't talk to anyone my age, because I was reading my dad's books. Eventually I started writing my own stories, and I was proud of them. Until I showed them to my mom. I still remember the look on her face as she read it. She was disappointed. I could never live up to my dad's name, no matter how much I tried. So I kept trying... and trying... eventually I got out of the house, and went to a concert, and that's where I met my first friend, and crush, the Skater.
Still confused?
Check out my jeans,
I'm a female
Now,
I'll leave it up to the TeHsChNoZbErRy
To create chaos.
Hey, I'm Isabella Romaina
I prefer Bell, if you don’t mind.
Guess who I am?
Yah, the Transfer
It comes with the package:
One who I will not say yet stole my heart.
To bad for
no one really; I have no boyfriend, not now….. Anyways,
this year I blow out 16 candles.
As for my life story,
I grew up pretty normally overall, nothing special about me. Normal school, parents, friends, life in itself had yet to hold any adventure beyond storybooks for me. However, I guess you could say I have this really awesome singing voice, which I worked on long and hard over the years. I even learned how to play guitar and work along with it. It was good enough, apparently, when a local band called the Deadly Violets were looking for a singer/guitarist, for I got a astounding reaction and was accepted immediately without question of abilities.
Things suddenly got very exciting, perhaps too exciting. Our band was going through wonders; concerts, a bit of fame, but I just enjoyed doing it, singing, and money was not my biggest motivation. I was able to also keep ontop of schoolwork, since high school bands can only get so far without parent consent (and the fact it is late middle school/early high school, people). Ah, the members, silly me! It was me, Rose the Bass guitar (who was already my bestest best friend in the whole world; it was always me, Rose, and
him), Michael the drummer, and then there was Kenny the lead guitarist and vocalist. We all became very, very close. Now, while I was no item of this man, I will admit I had the shortest of crushes on him (I mean, this guy was smoking‘ hot, even though we were the same age!). Of course, it ended after the first day when his girlfriend came into light, and I immediately let it go. I just liked being friends, and it took off pressures. After awhile, I started writing the songs. It was at first just for fun, but Kenny walked in while I was writing, and gave one of them a shot, and well……..it was a pure hit. I have copyright on it, actually, so no one can steal it from me. It made the band feel complete, school was going just as fine as if I wasn’t in a band (I am quite the school geek actually), and life was pretty much……perfect.
That is, until the band started going the wrong direction without me realizing it.
First off, they started adding more practices on me, making it impossible for me to do both schoolwork and band. So I had to choose, and it was schoolwork most of the time. Now, I kept in really good touch with
him the whole time (seeing as if he must have been lonely, when his two best friends that were girls were off in a band) and he told me that maybe I should give it a rest with the band. At first I thought he was mad, but after they started getting mad at me for missing so much, I was worried that maybe we were finally off the high part of the roller coaster. Although it didn’t seem like it; everyone was super happy with my decisions, and my already awesome grades actually improved. Sweet deal, right?
I was finally being rid of after one last show of the year, right before the start of second semester. As quote of Kenny: “If you’re not in for the long run, we can’t use you. After this, you‘re fired.” I was angry as could be, but on the final show, I began to realize that this was going to be a good thing.
The last concert was a hit, but on the way backstage for intermission, Kenny was acting…….weird. He was sweating, saying crazy things, funny gestures…….being 15 and all, I was scared. Actually, they all were. Rose could sense something was up too with Kenny, but we were both horrified when we saw that Kenny had snuck in some booze via empty speaker case, and was passing it around to us! I had hit my breaking point; I was steering Rose to the door, saying we were both gone from this psycho-path of a band, when she actually said no. “Cmon, it could be fun, kiddo.”
At the word “kiddo”, I knew she was off to, but for a different reason. After shaking her to bring her back to reality, I saw something fall from her pocket; it was a strange packet of powder I‘ve never seen before. Confused, Kenny pulled out a similar one, and suggested I relax and take some.
I had had enough at this point; after pleading with Rose again, I had no choice but to just…..walk out. Not kidding; I literally packed my guitar, took the backdoor and walked out (with Kenny cursing at my life behind me). I was miserable; I had just left everyone there. I told mom about it later when she came home early (after all, after seeing that I didn’t come out on stage and the rest had been acting like freaks), and she couldn’t blame me one bit. Turns out that they were so drunk and drugged that they screwed it up completely, and they were all actually arrested after smashing a microphone ontop another band member‘s head. Then the police showed up at my house, saw I was clean, and suggested that I visit them the next day, then never see them again.
It was weird, visiting them in jail; they were sober now, but all glared at me, even Rose! It had been a happy childhood dream screwed over, and I was a depressed wreck for the next several months or so.
He was the biggest help in the world, and what was already my best friend just became my greater one. He assured me that it was not my fault, that I had done all I could to get Rose out of the same fate. Most of the school agreed with him; I had been the only sane one out of that group, because I had chosen to study.
When we actually had to move for severe emotional reasons,
he actually decided to do the same, and we transferred together. When I asked why he wanted to, he said this: “I already lost Rose; I can’t lose you too. You‘re all I got left.”
He kept me singing and playing the guitar, and he is my best friend. But I’m too scared to fall in love with anyone, so I just distance myself from such situations. School is going alot better here, though and no one here has ever heard of the Deadly Violets. I am myself again, and I have
him to thank for everything that has been going well.
Still confused?
Check out my jeans,
I'm a girl
Now,
I'll leave it up to the Sora Kitty
To create chaos.
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