General Fic: Theme Centered
love me, but don't tell me who I have to be.
unspecified, gen.
Fame is hell.
...with bright lights and screaming fans and adrenaline highs.
You never rest and you're tired all of the time.
...from working, dancing, sweating; the continuous cycle that somehow never repeats itself, driving you forward.
Sometimes you feel as if it's created a larger distance between you and the world - you're just as much of a nobody aiming to be a somebody as you were before.
...only now they have a name to put to your nobody-face. Nobody can really be a nobody when they have a name, you reason.
And it kind of hurts when your friends from back home stop calling to fill you in on what you're missing.
...but it's okay, you're not really friends anymore anyway. You've got your co-workers now.
Suddenly music becomes work.
...but you can't see yourself working anywhere else. Music is your life.
Fame is hell.
Fame is life.
Fame is the path you chose.
Totally not expecting anyone to read this. lol.
unspecified, gen.
Fame is hell.
...with bright lights and screaming fans and adrenaline highs.
You never rest and you're tired all of the time.
...from working, dancing, sweating; the continuous cycle that somehow never repeats itself, driving you forward.
Sometimes you feel as if it's created a larger distance between you and the world - you're just as much of a nobody aiming to be a somebody as you were before.
...only now they have a name to put to your nobody-face. Nobody can really be a nobody when they have a name, you reason.
And it kind of hurts when your friends from back home stop calling to fill you in on what you're missing.
...but it's okay, you're not really friends anymore anyway. You've got your co-workers now.
Suddenly music becomes work.
...but you can't see yourself working anywhere else. Music is your life.
Fame is hell.
Fame is life.
Fame is the path you chose.
Totally not expecting anyone to read this. lol.