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Chapter Five: This Writer's Block of Mine...
6 reviewsAngie's having a bit of a hard time overcoming her writer's block. Who helps her get inspired to write...?
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AHHH! The light...it burnssss....lol. Yes I've finally crawled out from the cave I've been hidden in for the past umm...while...but I have an update! Yay for updates! I also decided I should bust my ass and write since I'll be leaving on the thirs for about two weeks. I can't not write something for you all! That would just be mean...so here it is. I think skylines and turnstiles by mcr really helped me write...as soon as it came on I felt like writing. And i swear as soon as I start writing, one mcr song after another just keeps playin. woot. But yea...
Quitting your job and gaining some free time and being less tired helps too...:)
Disclaimer: The clue is in the name really...FANfiction. Teehee. I made it up! I only own me and my lyrics! woot.
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Chapter Five: This Writers Block Of Mine...
I sat in the tour bus, attempting to ignore the cries of pleasure from the other room. Oh to be lost in the fantastic world of video games...but no. Here I am, alone in my bunk, attempting to write even something. So far I had about ten songs written for the new album...and I was seriously starting to wonder if I should use some of the older stuff that I'd written. I was always to ashamed to use it though...it brought back to many old ghosts...to many painful memories. Although as of late...my memories are popping up all by themselves.
I reached under my bunk and pulled out my old beaten up notebook. I opened it up and began flipping through the pages, my fingers running over the familiar journal entries and scribbled verses...and emotions flooded me all over again. The dream I had a few days ago came floating into my mind, and I looked down to find my fingers paused over the all to familiar lyrics that depicted the years of physical, emotional, and mental abuse that my sorry excuse for a father had put me through. To think...one year ago...I almost missed out on all of this.... I was so consumed with my thoughts that I didnt even notice the bus slow down to a stop. Suddenly a voice broke me out of my thoughts.
"Hey there neighbour." I looked up to see Frank, Bob, and Gerard climbing up the bus steps. It was only then that I realized the bus had stopped at a rest stop, and our bus was parked right beside the My Chemical Romance tourbus.
"How you doing Angie? What have you guys been up to?" Frank asked me stepping into the bus. I heard another groan from the back room and couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Well...not too much going on with me, but judging by that wonderful sound, it seems that Cam just finished kicking Mike's ass for the 5th time in a row in Mario Kart."
"Sweet! Mario Kart!" Frank yelled as he and Bob made their way to the back. "I get to face the winner!"
I just laughed and looked back down to my notebook.
"So..." I looked up startled to see Gerard standing there. I kinda thought he had followed the others to the back room. "What have you been up to?" he asked with a small smile.
"Attempting to write for the new album." I said, pointing to the small pile of growing paper near my bed.
"Ohh..." He replied with a wince. "Hasn't been going too well?"
"I've had better days." I said trailing off with a small laugh. The room filled with an awkward kind of silence, and we both just kind of shyly looked around. Suddenly I realized he was still standing, and I all but smacked myself in the head. When Gerard looked in my direction I relized I just actually smacked myself in the head...'Smooth Ang...real smooth...' I thought.
"I forgot to ask you to sit..." I replied with a small smile. He just let out a small laugh as I patted the spot beside me. He accepted and sat by me, and like the little schoolgirl I am, I looked directly down at my scribble filled notebook.
"So how are things going?" He asked me.
"It's going all right. This is our first time on a tour bus...big change from being squished in Mike's old ass van. Its good not having to wake up to find myself in a puddle of Adams drool." I replied with a wistful smile. This was all so much happening at once...but we honestly couldn't be happier.
"I hear you on that one." He replied with a smile. "How long did you guys have to spend trapped in a van?" He asked.
"A year, just after-" I paused when I recalled what made me decide to get into that cramped little van. Suddenly inspiration decided to hit, and I grabbed the nearest pen near me, and began to scribble down the words that came to me, mixing them into the thoughts that appeared in my old notebook. I sad smile graced my face when I read the verse I had written...this song really hit home for me. I looked up shyly at Gerard who was still sitting beside me.
"Sorry..."I said with a small smile.
"It's okay...I guess you got an idea, huh?" He said motioning towards the paper.
"Yea...I'm just hoping it sounds alright." I said with a shrug.
"May I?" He asked motioning towards the notebook in my hand. I nodded and handed it to him. I watched as he read the words, his lips moved with each word, and a sense of nervousness couldn't help but build up as he reached the last word. He looked towards me and I couldn't help but look down again.
"So..." I asked nervously, "What did you think?"
"That's awesome. Please tell me it's goin onto the cd." He said, with a shocked and impressed look on his face.
"Seriously?" I asked, shocked myself.
"Seriously!" He said. I smiled to myself and nodded.
"Well the, I guess I'll talk to the band and arrange something." I looked up at him and smiled, and suddenly that seemed to break the ice. We chatted it up for a bit more until Ray popped his head into our tour bus.
"Hey Gee...and Gee!" He said with a large smile.
"Hi Ray." I said with a small wave.
"It's time to take off again, we got another two hours to make it to the venue." He said with a small smile.
"Sure thing Ray, I'll just tell the guys and we'll be right there." Gerard said. Nodding, Ray left the bus and Gerard yelled out to the other two.
The guys made their way off the bus yelling out quick byes, but before he left, Gerard turned to me.
"I'll see you later Angela. Maybe we could hang out a bit later?" He asked me.
"That would be cool." I said with a smile. He smiled once more before stepping off the bus and running over to his.
I stared off in the distance, a happiness overcoming me that one of the people I never thought I'd ever meet told me something I wrote sounded good. I looked back down towards my words and began quietly singing them, tapping out a beat with my pen. If this is going onto the next record, we got to get working on it. Things were starting to come together. Slowly...but they were.
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Helloooooooooo! I hope you guys liked this chapter. I decided I'll call her Angie than Gee more...less confusing. But whatever. I hope you guys liked this one. I've had a bit of a writers block for a bit. Let me know what you think! Free hugs to those who review! And maybe...another chappie? lol.
Many thanks, hugs, and love go out to:
clutsy_93
xSoMeOnEx
RJ
zaberdeenz
natzlovesyou
GeeDeexx
marcialj83
Love ya Lots.
Angie.
Quitting your job and gaining some free time and being less tired helps too...:)
Disclaimer: The clue is in the name really...FANfiction. Teehee. I made it up! I only own me and my lyrics! woot.
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Chapter Five: This Writers Block Of Mine...
I sat in the tour bus, attempting to ignore the cries of pleasure from the other room. Oh to be lost in the fantastic world of video games...but no. Here I am, alone in my bunk, attempting to write even something. So far I had about ten songs written for the new album...and I was seriously starting to wonder if I should use some of the older stuff that I'd written. I was always to ashamed to use it though...it brought back to many old ghosts...to many painful memories. Although as of late...my memories are popping up all by themselves.
I reached under my bunk and pulled out my old beaten up notebook. I opened it up and began flipping through the pages, my fingers running over the familiar journal entries and scribbled verses...and emotions flooded me all over again. The dream I had a few days ago came floating into my mind, and I looked down to find my fingers paused over the all to familiar lyrics that depicted the years of physical, emotional, and mental abuse that my sorry excuse for a father had put me through. To think...one year ago...I almost missed out on all of this.... I was so consumed with my thoughts that I didnt even notice the bus slow down to a stop. Suddenly a voice broke me out of my thoughts.
"Hey there neighbour." I looked up to see Frank, Bob, and Gerard climbing up the bus steps. It was only then that I realized the bus had stopped at a rest stop, and our bus was parked right beside the My Chemical Romance tourbus.
"How you doing Angie? What have you guys been up to?" Frank asked me stepping into the bus. I heard another groan from the back room and couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Well...not too much going on with me, but judging by that wonderful sound, it seems that Cam just finished kicking Mike's ass for the 5th time in a row in Mario Kart."
"Sweet! Mario Kart!" Frank yelled as he and Bob made their way to the back. "I get to face the winner!"
I just laughed and looked back down to my notebook.
"So..." I looked up startled to see Gerard standing there. I kinda thought he had followed the others to the back room. "What have you been up to?" he asked with a small smile.
"Attempting to write for the new album." I said, pointing to the small pile of growing paper near my bed.
"Ohh..." He replied with a wince. "Hasn't been going too well?"
"I've had better days." I said trailing off with a small laugh. The room filled with an awkward kind of silence, and we both just kind of shyly looked around. Suddenly I realized he was still standing, and I all but smacked myself in the head. When Gerard looked in my direction I relized I just actually smacked myself in the head...'Smooth Ang...real smooth...' I thought.
"I forgot to ask you to sit..." I replied with a small smile. He just let out a small laugh as I patted the spot beside me. He accepted and sat by me, and like the little schoolgirl I am, I looked directly down at my scribble filled notebook.
"So how are things going?" He asked me.
"It's going all right. This is our first time on a tour bus...big change from being squished in Mike's old ass van. Its good not having to wake up to find myself in a puddle of Adams drool." I replied with a wistful smile. This was all so much happening at once...but we honestly couldn't be happier.
"I hear you on that one." He replied with a smile. "How long did you guys have to spend trapped in a van?" He asked.
"A year, just after-" I paused when I recalled what made me decide to get into that cramped little van. Suddenly inspiration decided to hit, and I grabbed the nearest pen near me, and began to scribble down the words that came to me, mixing them into the thoughts that appeared in my old notebook. I sad smile graced my face when I read the verse I had written...this song really hit home for me. I looked up shyly at Gerard who was still sitting beside me.
"Sorry..."I said with a small smile.
"It's okay...I guess you got an idea, huh?" He said motioning towards the paper.
"Yea...I'm just hoping it sounds alright." I said with a shrug.
"May I?" He asked motioning towards the notebook in my hand. I nodded and handed it to him. I watched as he read the words, his lips moved with each word, and a sense of nervousness couldn't help but build up as he reached the last word. He looked towards me and I couldn't help but look down again.
"So..." I asked nervously, "What did you think?"
"That's awesome. Please tell me it's goin onto the cd." He said, with a shocked and impressed look on his face.
"Seriously?" I asked, shocked myself.
"Seriously!" He said. I smiled to myself and nodded.
"Well the, I guess I'll talk to the band and arrange something." I looked up at him and smiled, and suddenly that seemed to break the ice. We chatted it up for a bit more until Ray popped his head into our tour bus.
"Hey Gee...and Gee!" He said with a large smile.
"Hi Ray." I said with a small wave.
"It's time to take off again, we got another two hours to make it to the venue." He said with a small smile.
"Sure thing Ray, I'll just tell the guys and we'll be right there." Gerard said. Nodding, Ray left the bus and Gerard yelled out to the other two.
The guys made their way off the bus yelling out quick byes, but before he left, Gerard turned to me.
"I'll see you later Angela. Maybe we could hang out a bit later?" He asked me.
"That would be cool." I said with a smile. He smiled once more before stepping off the bus and running over to his.
I stared off in the distance, a happiness overcoming me that one of the people I never thought I'd ever meet told me something I wrote sounded good. I looked back down towards my words and began quietly singing them, tapping out a beat with my pen. If this is going onto the next record, we got to get working on it. Things were starting to come together. Slowly...but they were.
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Helloooooooooo! I hope you guys liked this chapter. I decided I'll call her Angie than Gee more...less confusing. But whatever. I hope you guys liked this one. I've had a bit of a writers block for a bit. Let me know what you think! Free hugs to those who review! And maybe...another chappie? lol.
Many thanks, hugs, and love go out to:
clutsy_93
xSoMeOnEx
RJ
zaberdeenz
natzlovesyou
GeeDeexx
marcialj83
Love ya Lots.
Angie.
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