Status: On hiatus indefinitely, pending re-write.
Bleeding, Just For The Attention
We're All So Dramatic
I thought this would make me happy.
By this I mean... well everything .
I’m in a famous band. We just released our first album. And it went straight to number one.
Oh and did I mention we got signed to Decaydance by none other than Pete Wentz?
I’ve met Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, The Academy Is... Cobra Starship and... well I’m just name dropping now.
It’s not like any of it will matter in an hour or so.
You know that song, by that band, about that book.
You know the one.
Time to dance, Panic! At the Disco, invisible monsters.
Now you know the one.
In the book, it starts near the end.
And jumps back to the start.
Well that’s how this is going to work.
And the band, and the song?
Right now that’s i hear them playing.
Both the song, and the band.
You know what else i can hear?
A thousand screaming fans, some of theirs some of ours, mostly both,
My brother,
My best friend,My oldest friendbiggest enemy
the boy I love to hate.
They’re in the next room.
They’re talking.
They want to know why I’m taking so long in the bathroom.
Because we’re meant to be doing a meet and greet in 20 minutes.
Meet and greets are possibly the only thing I like about this anymore.
All those people wanting to meet their idols.
I don’t belong there though. I feel like I should be on the other side of the table, with my t-shirt, fresh from the merch stand, waiting to be signed.
Because that was me once. And to be honest, it still is now.
But the boys, they don’t care about the fans.
They pace around the room some more before I hear them leave, slamming the door behind them.
We’re all so dramatic.
I lean on the bathroom door and twist the handle.
It swings open and I slump to the floor, unable to support my own weight, hitting my shoulder on the door handle.
I roll over onto my back and stare up at the roof.
The band’s still playing.
And the pain’s not fading.
They play the last few notes, then crowd erupts in applause.
The song’s over, but all I can think of is the opening line.
Well, she’s not bleeding on the ballroom floor, just for the attention...
Here’s the thing though.
In the book, she is.
And in this moment, so am I.
By this I mean... well everything .
I’m in a famous band. We just released our first album. And it went straight to number one.
Oh and did I mention we got signed to Decaydance by none other than Pete Wentz?
I’ve met Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, The Academy Is... Cobra Starship and... well I’m just name dropping now.
It’s not like any of it will matter in an hour or so.
You know that song, by that band, about that book.
You know the one.
Time to dance, Panic! At the Disco, invisible monsters.
Now you know the one.
In the book, it starts near the end.
And jumps back to the start.
Well that’s how this is going to work.
And the band, and the song?
Right now that’s i hear them playing.
Both the song, and the band.
You know what else i can hear?
A thousand screaming fans, some of theirs some of ours, mostly both,
My brother,
My best friend,My oldest friendbiggest enemy
the boy I love to hate.
They’re in the next room.
They’re talking.
They want to know why I’m taking so long in the bathroom.
Because we’re meant to be doing a meet and greet in 20 minutes.
Meet and greets are possibly the only thing I like about this anymore.
All those people wanting to meet their idols.
I don’t belong there though. I feel like I should be on the other side of the table, with my t-shirt, fresh from the merch stand, waiting to be signed.
Because that was me once. And to be honest, it still is now.
But the boys, they don’t care about the fans.
They pace around the room some more before I hear them leave, slamming the door behind them.
We’re all so dramatic.
I lean on the bathroom door and twist the handle.
It swings open and I slump to the floor, unable to support my own weight, hitting my shoulder on the door handle.
I roll over onto my back and stare up at the roof.
The band’s still playing.
And the pain’s not fading.
They play the last few notes, then crowd erupts in applause.
The song’s over, but all I can think of is the opening line.
Well, she’s not bleeding on the ballroom floor, just for the attention...
Here’s the thing though.
In the book, she is.
And in this moment, so am I.