now the song that is coming up was really written by me, so enjoy! :thumbsup:
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At the studio, Mel was there with Rob. It was good to see her; I kinda missed having somebody to pick on. “Hey Mel, whatcha doing here?” I asked. I was in a good mood so I wasn’t sounding mean. She smiled at me. “I am good, how about you?” I could tell that she was trying not to sound worried but she still showed signs of it. I showed her my brand new tattoo, “Did it hurt??” she asked. “Not right away, but now it hurts like ****.” I replied. Rob came over and gave me a hug out of the blue. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Fox. I was so relived to hear that you were safe.” He whispered. I was in shock. Was this the same Rob that had called me a freak? He was acting as if he really cared about me. “Erm, Rob, can you let go, you’re hurting my arm. I got a tattoo yesterday and you’re hurting it.” I said, my arm was on fire. “Oh, sorry. Let me see that.” He said, apologetically. He looked at my tattoo. “Hmm, blue flames eh? Much like your father. I like it.” He said. Chester smiled and ushered me into the studio as Rob did the same with Mel. “Joe? When is Zelda coming? I want to see her.” I asked Joe when I saw him. “Oh she will be here in a few hours. She is still sleeping. She had a long night.” He said with a grin.
In the studio we went over all the songs from both of Linkin Parks’ albums. “*** **** Foxx. I didn’t know this is what you did all the time in your room! You’re really good!” Complemented Rob and Mel after a few songs. “Well, I like to sing, and I didn’t want to tell anyone because all of you guys play the drums like Rob, I didn’t want to seem more freakish than I already am.” I said, looking into the mic. “Aww Fox. You’re not a freak. You are you and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Said my sister. “Thanks Mel. That means a lot to me.” We continued to play our hearts out, the band surprised that I could sing so good for a long period of time. Mel took over Robs place at the drums when he went to get the pizza. Mel could play almost as good as Rob. We could hardly tell the difference. When Rob returned with five pizzas, everyone but me went to get the pizza, but I, however, went to retrieve my songbook and returned to the mic. I opened to the latest song that I wrote called “I’m Not There” and began to sing. Everyone was staring at me, but I didn’t care. I sung to the beat inside me, and I sung to prove myself to them all. I sung the whole song. From start to finish.
Verse One
You tore my Heart out,
The walked away!
Leaving me to die alone!
But now I know….
That guilt will befall you!
And your soul will arise anew!
But I wont be there…
And I don’t care!!!!
Chorus
My soul has left you alone
I’m not there to shelter you
Not there to wipe your eyes
Not there to hear your cries
I’ve gone away from you ways.
Verse Two
Just keep walking
Don’t face your fears
Just keep talking
Running from yourself
Because you know
That I won’t be there
I’m not gonna comfort you
I wont come back anew
And I won’t be there
And I don’t care!!!
Chorus
Ending
You tore my heart out….
I don’t care!!
You walked away!
And I don’t care!!
You tried to change your ways.
But I don’t care
NO I DON’T CARE!!!
After I was done singing, Chester walked in with the rest of the band and Mel and started clapping. “ That was ******* awesome! Did you write that Fox?” he asked me. “Yes, I wrote it.” I handed him my songbook. He took a few moments to flip through it, scanning over some songs that I had wrote. “Wow Fox. These look amazing. I must say, you have a talent!” said Mike. When everyone was done praising me, I saw Zelda come in. “Fox. That was ****** brilliant.” She said. She was stuffing her face with pizza so it was kinda hard for me to make out what she was saying. She flopped down and started playing Tony Hawk with Mel. I fought with my dad for a few minutes for some pizza the flopped down to eat.
After about four or five more hours at the studio, we were on our way home. I was still in shock from the past few days’ events. I decided to call my mom and tell her that I was okay. I rummaged around my messenger bag and found my cell phone and turned it on. ‘30 missed calls’ came up as soon as I turned the thing on, and they were all from my mom or from my brother Vi. I sighed and deleted them all and called my mom. “Hello? Fox? Is that you?” I heard on the other side of the call. “Yes mom, its me. I am fine.” Chester looked over at me and laughed as I rolled my eyes as my mom was acting so paranoid. “Yes mom, I just needed to cool off. Yes, I call you every night. No mom, I’m not changing my mind. By mom.” Click. “***, do you think she could be any more paranoid? Jeezz.” I said. My father laughed wickedly.