Not completed... Don't know if I will. Thoughts please
Hey, just a one-shot. Not even sure if I’m actually gonna complete it. This is every Paramore fan’s dream, or at least I think it is.
“Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys. Welcome, to the 2011 Video Music awards!”
A roar of applause and cheers erupted from the audience. This year was different from every other VMA. This year it was the year of rock music. Rock as a whole had become a whole lot popular in the past year but at the top of that reign were a band that’d been together for about 8 and half years now. To start with they did it for their fans, they loved their job, adored their fans and in return, their fans adored them. As time went on the lost a few fans, why? You might ask let me tell you a little story.
About eight years ago a little girl moved from her hometown of Mississippi to an unknown town in the state of Tennessee. This move wasn’t because her parents got a new job. Oh no, no matter how much the little girl wished it to be true, she did move here for a good reason, at least not in her eyes. Hayley’s parents had recently divorced. No matter how much she cried, how hard she prayed and prayed. Nothing could stop her parents from separating. It killed her, but being the brave little girl everyone knew and loved, she kept it to herself. Putting her others happiness before her own; always so selfless. Upon their arrivals it was clear that she was not going to fit in. All the other parents looked down on her mother. Calling her names that little Hayley was once told were unspeakable. She went to school, hoping that she’s find a place to fit in, a small group of friends who she would relate to on some level. Deep down Hayley knew how unlikely this was. She was bullied, constantly taunted by other boys and girls. They said rude things, asked mean questions. Her mother noticed how unhappy her daughter was. She took her away from Worth school and placed in Bryson Academy. Hoping that she’s find happiness or at least one friend. Was that too much to ask?
Worth school and her parents splitting up had knocked Hayley’s confidence down a whole level. Being a pessimist she expected nothing different from her last school. She kept to herself on the first day, although she couldn’t help but notice a chubby boy with bottomless brown eyes constantly looking at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. She wondered what it would be like to go over and talk to him. How it would feel to have a real friend for once in her life, but reality came crushing down. Yeah right. Me. Hayley Nichole Williams, with a friend? She couldn’t help but laugh at her own silliness.
School finished and she found her mother waiting with the other mums and dads she thought quietly. She wore an anxious smile on her face. “How was school?” she’d asked.
“Better.” Had been clever her reply. And it was: no one had picked on her. No one had asked questions that hurt her to answer. No one spoke to me either. Yes. She thought to herself. But it was better that way. She liked it like that. Peace and quiet never killed anyone. Neither has trying to make friends. The annoying voice in her head said quietly. Shut up! She thought to herself. This had her questioning her own sanity. She laughed, probably for the first time since the horrible news. This didn’t go unnoticed by her mother. Who smiled in response? She had mistaken her ‘laugh’ as a sign of happiness.
For weeks on Hayley lived the same routine. She’d wake up, take a shower and sing her heart out until her mother told her she’s be late at that rate. She’s leave for school; arrive only to be told off by her English teacher who for some unknown reason had never liked her. The pudgy boy spoke to her every now and then. If ‘hi’ and ‘excuse me’ counted as speaking to someone. It was more than 99% of the school had done since she’d got there. For her birthday that year Hayley received and “awesome” gift from her mother. She’s also had not failed to notice her daughter’s love for music, singing especially. She’d gotten her singing lessons with Brett Manning. He was quite small back then, undiscovered but good none the less. She loved it. That was one place where she could be Hayley without worrying about what people would think.
Months later she made her first friend. His name was Jeremy Clayton Davis. He was just under three years older than her. They didn’t have a lot in common except for their passion for music. He played the bass, he even taught her how to play – basics of course but she still appreciated it. Hayley had grown a lot more confident since making friends with him. He’s convinced to enter a talent show, there was one running at her school but she refused to enter that and instead settle for the town one. At least she could pray that no one from school would see or rather hear her. And she was right, well mostly right. Only parents were there and the pudgy boy – Zac was his name. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere but there. Seeing him made Hayley nervous. The pudgy boy himself didn’t intimidate her, it was his mouth. He was quite blabby. He didn’t speak to a lot of people. His brother did and she was scared that he’d tell his brother and soon enough it would be all over the school. She didn’t have a bad voice; she knew that. But that doesn’t necessarily mean she had a good voice. She’d been observing the boy for months now. Every time she’d pep talk herself to talk to him, even say “hi” or “hello” but whenever she came close her throat just close up and she froze. He or someone around him made Hayley nervous.
She didn’t know how to react. Should she approach him, find out exactly what made her wary around him, or should she keep her cool and let him approach her. All types of questions ran through her mind, each lasting a minute before another took its place.
She decided to let him approach her. Yeah. Because that’s gonna happen.