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Journey to the top
Girl meets boy. Girl and boy fall in love. It's the story of how they get there.
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Note: Hey everyone! Thanks for taking the time to read this. I haven't written a fan fic in...four years? About that, so bear with me while I get back in the swing of it. I've been needing to write so I decided to start up again, why I chose Panic!, I don't know but it seems like fun. The first chapter is to set up the main girl, and Panic! will come in the next chapter. Leave comments and let me know what you guys think! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't know Panic! And I don't own them, I only own the words that I write.
Title: "Journey to the Top" - Alliyah
All girls, no matter who they are, deserve to be happy with themselves. My story is about how, once I, Tinsley, found myself, I lived everyday as my last. But what gave me that courage to do the things I call my carriers, I may never know.
The year I turned 17, I had decided that sitting at home and going to school just weren't what I wanted to do. I wanted to get out, travel the country, meet new people and be everything no one ever thought I could be. I chose to finish high school by correspondence and take myself to LA and try to be a model. My goal was to be the face of a designer; I wanted my picture in all the magazines and in a sky high billboard in Times Square.
I got to LA and bought myself a tiny, skanky apartment, made the best out of it and got a job...at a movie theater. I felt close enough to the stars that I knew I would become one. I was determined to find my crowd and make a name for myself. During my first month in LA, I found that I was very lonely, even with making friends at work, I still never hung out with anyone or went out anywhere and it was not how I imagined my glamorous Hollywood life turning out. I decided then, on my night off from work, that I was going out. I looked online and found the hottest Hollywood hotspot and committed to getting in.
Once I set a goal for myself, I achieve it no matter how hard.
I arrived at club LAX to find myself in the back of a very long line surrounded by some of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. If they couldn't get in, how did I stand a chance? I shrugged it off and walked around to the side entrance to see if I could sneak in. When I got there, I saw a man dressed in a very expensive looking suit talking to some gorgeous girls in barely-there dresses. I cautiously stood close enough to hear them but not to close enough to grab attention.
"So, you ladies are sure that you will come to my house this evening?" I heard the man ask. The girls nodded.
"When we make promises, we always keep them," the one replied in an obvious flirt. The man smiled slyly and nodded. He opened the door as the deafening music filled the alley and he showed the girls inside. As he walked in behind them, he turned and noticed me standing a few feet away.
"Can I help you, sweetheart?" the man yelled. I looked around, not sure that he was talking to me. "Yeah you, hunny. You look lost." He added. I turned red and nodded.
"I...I am a little lost, I haven't been in the city very long." I said, apprehensively approaching the man. As I got closer I noticed he couldn't have been older then 28 and that he was decently handsome.
"Is that right?" he answered, closing the door behind him. The music became muffled and the street suddenly sounded menacing.
"Yea, and I...uh...was just looking for a place to hang out and meet some new people." I replied. The man nodded and looked me up and down.
"How old are you, sweetheart?" he asked me. I froze. 17 would not be the correct answer. So, I lied.
"21. Um, 2 months ago." I said. He nodded and gave me a crooked smile. He knew I was lying.
"Well, this is one of the most exclusive clubs around. What makes you think anyone will want you in here?" he asked. Ouch, I thought, that was pretty rude.
"Nothing, I just hoped. I've heard a lot of good things about you know, the DJ's and the crowds. Plus, I've never been to a club before, I just wanted to get the best experience I could." I said, hoping that was convincing. He continued to nod.
"What are you in LA to do? What's your dream?" he asked.
"I came here to model, I guess." I replied quietly.
"You guess? You can't achieve a dream if it's not something you really want. If you really want to be a model, then say it with confidence." He replied smirking. I smiled half heartedly. This city was cold, I hadn't realized it, but suddenly I had goosebumps and wanted a sweatshirt. "Now, say it confidently and I may know someone you can rub elbows with." He said. I just peered at him. There was no way that this guy wasn't giving me bullshit. He probably just wanted some arm candy or someone to fuck tonight.
"Actually, my newest dream is to go home to bed." I said as I turned to leave.
"Hey! I'm not fucking around. I have credentials," he yelled down the alley. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him.
"Have my card." He said as he held it out to me. I slowly walked up to him and took his card. His name was Sheppard Johnson, CPA. He worked for Ford Modeling Agency. He was a modeling scout.
"There are lots of opportunities I could offer a young girl like you. You've got the look that agencies are going crazy over. All-American, healthy and normal." He said. I looked at him. Was this guy serious? "Come inside, there are people you have to meet." I said, as he reached his hand out to me. I just stared at it for a second. Was I really going to do this, trust a total stranger with my dream? No day but today, I thought. I grabbed his hand and he opened the door. The alley was suddenly warm again, with the sounds the club. The door shut behind us...
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Five months later I had landed my biggest gig yet. It required me to be half naked, smeared in car grease, but then again it was just another day at the office. Diesel Denim, and me, a Diesel girl. I was getting my sky-high billboard, right outside the windows on MTV studios. Sheppard had come through for me in ways I could never have imagined and I thanked him any time anyone asked who got me here.
As I walked away from the set, covered in grease, I couldn't help but think I had achieved this dream and I was ready for a new one. I had recently seen the Pussycat Dolls and envied them. They were the most beautiful woman driving men crazy and having the time of their life. I wanted that and I was going to get it.
Once I set a goal for myself, I achieve it no matter how hard.
I arrived in Las Vegas at Pure nightclub the next week for auditions. The first audition was only to see how we looked and to check our personalities. I'm a charmer, a real smooth talker and I knew they would like me and they also mentioned how impressed they were with my resume. They told me to come back tomorrow so I could have a dance audition. I went back the next day and was given the skimpiest outfit I had ever seen and boots with the largest heels I had ever seen and a routine void of any real technical skills, but it was, of course, very sexy. I practiced a few times until my name was called and I slinked up to the stage. It was really empowering to be in this outfit and on that stage. I saw the swing and the gigantic martini glass and started to shake. I wanted this so bad, I wanted to feel this kind of power nightly. I walked up the chair in the middle of the stage and began to dance. I looked straight at the judges with the most seductive stare I could muster while I worked my routine. When it was all over, I was huffing but was so satisfied. The whole experience was like having the best orgasm I could imagine. I wanted to feel that amount of pleasure every night. The judges smiled.
"When can you start?"
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Disclaimer: I don't know Panic! And I don't own them, I only own the words that I write.
Title: "Journey to the Top" - Alliyah
All girls, no matter who they are, deserve to be happy with themselves. My story is about how, once I, Tinsley, found myself, I lived everyday as my last. But what gave me that courage to do the things I call my carriers, I may never know.
The year I turned 17, I had decided that sitting at home and going to school just weren't what I wanted to do. I wanted to get out, travel the country, meet new people and be everything no one ever thought I could be. I chose to finish high school by correspondence and take myself to LA and try to be a model. My goal was to be the face of a designer; I wanted my picture in all the magazines and in a sky high billboard in Times Square.
I got to LA and bought myself a tiny, skanky apartment, made the best out of it and got a job...at a movie theater. I felt close enough to the stars that I knew I would become one. I was determined to find my crowd and make a name for myself. During my first month in LA, I found that I was very lonely, even with making friends at work, I still never hung out with anyone or went out anywhere and it was not how I imagined my glamorous Hollywood life turning out. I decided then, on my night off from work, that I was going out. I looked online and found the hottest Hollywood hotspot and committed to getting in.
Once I set a goal for myself, I achieve it no matter how hard.
I arrived at club LAX to find myself in the back of a very long line surrounded by some of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. If they couldn't get in, how did I stand a chance? I shrugged it off and walked around to the side entrance to see if I could sneak in. When I got there, I saw a man dressed in a very expensive looking suit talking to some gorgeous girls in barely-there dresses. I cautiously stood close enough to hear them but not to close enough to grab attention.
"So, you ladies are sure that you will come to my house this evening?" I heard the man ask. The girls nodded.
"When we make promises, we always keep them," the one replied in an obvious flirt. The man smiled slyly and nodded. He opened the door as the deafening music filled the alley and he showed the girls inside. As he walked in behind them, he turned and noticed me standing a few feet away.
"Can I help you, sweetheart?" the man yelled. I looked around, not sure that he was talking to me. "Yeah you, hunny. You look lost." He added. I turned red and nodded.
"I...I am a little lost, I haven't been in the city very long." I said, apprehensively approaching the man. As I got closer I noticed he couldn't have been older then 28 and that he was decently handsome.
"Is that right?" he answered, closing the door behind him. The music became muffled and the street suddenly sounded menacing.
"Yea, and I...uh...was just looking for a place to hang out and meet some new people." I replied. The man nodded and looked me up and down.
"How old are you, sweetheart?" he asked me. I froze. 17 would not be the correct answer. So, I lied.
"21. Um, 2 months ago." I said. He nodded and gave me a crooked smile. He knew I was lying.
"Well, this is one of the most exclusive clubs around. What makes you think anyone will want you in here?" he asked. Ouch, I thought, that was pretty rude.
"Nothing, I just hoped. I've heard a lot of good things about you know, the DJ's and the crowds. Plus, I've never been to a club before, I just wanted to get the best experience I could." I said, hoping that was convincing. He continued to nod.
"What are you in LA to do? What's your dream?" he asked.
"I came here to model, I guess." I replied quietly.
"You guess? You can't achieve a dream if it's not something you really want. If you really want to be a model, then say it with confidence." He replied smirking. I smiled half heartedly. This city was cold, I hadn't realized it, but suddenly I had goosebumps and wanted a sweatshirt. "Now, say it confidently and I may know someone you can rub elbows with." He said. I just peered at him. There was no way that this guy wasn't giving me bullshit. He probably just wanted some arm candy or someone to fuck tonight.
"Actually, my newest dream is to go home to bed." I said as I turned to leave.
"Hey! I'm not fucking around. I have credentials," he yelled down the alley. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him.
"Have my card." He said as he held it out to me. I slowly walked up to him and took his card. His name was Sheppard Johnson, CPA. He worked for Ford Modeling Agency. He was a modeling scout.
"There are lots of opportunities I could offer a young girl like you. You've got the look that agencies are going crazy over. All-American, healthy and normal." He said. I looked at him. Was this guy serious? "Come inside, there are people you have to meet." I said, as he reached his hand out to me. I just stared at it for a second. Was I really going to do this, trust a total stranger with my dream? No day but today, I thought. I grabbed his hand and he opened the door. The alley was suddenly warm again, with the sounds the club. The door shut behind us...
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Five months later I had landed my biggest gig yet. It required me to be half naked, smeared in car grease, but then again it was just another day at the office. Diesel Denim, and me, a Diesel girl. I was getting my sky-high billboard, right outside the windows on MTV studios. Sheppard had come through for me in ways I could never have imagined and I thanked him any time anyone asked who got me here.
As I walked away from the set, covered in grease, I couldn't help but think I had achieved this dream and I was ready for a new one. I had recently seen the Pussycat Dolls and envied them. They were the most beautiful woman driving men crazy and having the time of their life. I wanted that and I was going to get it.
Once I set a goal for myself, I achieve it no matter how hard.
I arrived in Las Vegas at Pure nightclub the next week for auditions. The first audition was only to see how we looked and to check our personalities. I'm a charmer, a real smooth talker and I knew they would like me and they also mentioned how impressed they were with my resume. They told me to come back tomorrow so I could have a dance audition. I went back the next day and was given the skimpiest outfit I had ever seen and boots with the largest heels I had ever seen and a routine void of any real technical skills, but it was, of course, very sexy. I practiced a few times until my name was called and I slinked up to the stage. It was really empowering to be in this outfit and on that stage. I saw the swing and the gigantic martini glass and started to shake. I wanted this so bad, I wanted to feel this kind of power nightly. I walked up the chair in the middle of the stage and began to dance. I looked straight at the judges with the most seductive stare I could muster while I worked my routine. When it was all over, I was huffing but was so satisfied. The whole experience was like having the best orgasm I could imagine. I wanted to feel that amount of pleasure every night. The judges smiled.
"When can you start?"
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