The bright Montana sun greeted me as I woke up and slowly pushed back the covers. It was a beautiful day but I wished I didn’t have to go to school. I loved working on my dad’s farm more than anything, but I knew that I had to go to school. I got ready for school and ran down the stairs to be greeted by my parents arguing. This wasn’t very unusual. They were always arguing over petty things. My mother had always wanted to move to Hollywood, but my father just couldn’t leave his life and farm behind. I agreed with him, I would be devastated if I had to move to Hollywood. People there seem so fake and phony.
I remember this morning like any other. The normal morning where my parents were arguing, and I would just turn up the volume on my Discman. I knew they loved each other and everything would work out fine eventually. Well, that’s what I thought. Let’s just say I thought wrong, because, here I sit in a court where my parents are arguing over my custody. They were arguing like they had never argued before, but I think it was because it was their last argument they’d be having. I don’t think the fact that it was for the custody of their daughter even mattered.
I testified that I wanted to stay with my father because I didn’t want to leave my home and friends. Not to mention that I had always had a special bond with my father. But, somehow the lawyers knew that the farm had been failing lately and didn’t promise much support. They said that soon, my dad wouldn’t be able to afford to care for me and that it would be best for me to live with my mom. She gained custody of me and I would only be visiting my father every other holiday. This sucked.
Next thing I know, I’m sitting next to my mom on a flight to Hollywood, California. It seemed as if all my nightmares were coming true. I didn’t get along with my mother too great. We were always fighting over how she only cares about herself.
“This is going to be great. I finally get my chance to peruse my acting career!” she told me.
“That’s nice, Mom. I really don’t care. When we get to Cali, you leave me alone, and I’ll leave you alone. Sound like a plan?” I uttered smartly. I was sick of her self centered-ness.
"No. It doesn't sound like a plan. I fought hard for the custody of you. I finally defeated your father once and for all. You don't understand what an accomplishment that is for me. I want to prove that I can be just as good of a parent as he would of been," she answered.
"It's all about winning and proving points to you, isn't it, Mom? You know I would have been better off with Dad, but once again my best interests isn't what you care about. You make me sick.
"It's not like that at all, Honey."
"Don't you dare call me Honey. Just leave me alone. You have no right to call me Honey. That's what Dad used to call me. Just shut up and leave me alone. I'll talk to you when I'm ready, but don't expect me to be your buddy now just because you think you're going to become famous. Fame and fortune isn't what matters to me. It's love, Mom. Something you don't have for me and Dad did." I burst into tears. I placed my headphones on my head and blasted Senses Fail to drown her out. I couldn't deal with her. Not right now.
The rest of the plane ride was a quiet one. My mother didn't care what I had said to her earlier and I knew it, but later I would get a talk on how much she cared. I know it's all crap. Well, the landing was smooth and as we walked into the airport there was someone waiting to greet us. It was a guy my mom seemed to know. He was dressed in jeans and a Fairweather hoodie. I wondered how my mother knew someone so cool. His dyed black hair hung down in his eyes and as he brushed to the side, my mother began talking to him.
"Hello Jimmy," my mother said to the teenager. He looked only a little older than me. My mom told me that we'd be staying with Jimmy and his family until we get enough money to go out on our own; that she had met his father online. If Jimmy hadn't been so good looking, I would probably have been mad at my mom for secretly talking to another man while still married to my father. But I could hardly answer her.
"Rad," is all I could say. Jimmy looked straight at me with his big brown eyes and I knew Hollywood wouldn't be as bad as I thought.
Getting our bags and finding the car all seemed to go by so fast because it seemed as if as soon as I stepped foot out of the airplane and met Jimmy that we were in his car. Yes. His car. It was a jet black '79 Corvette with a bright orange stripe running down the passengers side. My mom had seated herself in the back so I figured I'd take a seat in the front next to Jimmy. We started talking and I found that he was 18, only about a year older than me. I also found that we had a lot of interests in common, such as the bands we listen to, the clothes we wear, and our outlook on life. My mom had fallen asleep again in the back of the car so we decided to put on some music. He asked me what I wanted to put on.
"Hmm, you don't have any Senses Fail, do you?" I asked doubtingly. Not many people had heard of the band.
"You have to be kidding me! I never would have thought you listened to them. If you listen to them, you must be one cool chick," he replied.
"Wow," I thought to myself. This was definitely a good start. After about twenty minutes of just talking and listening to Senses Fail, we had arrived at his house. It was huge! For a moment I thought I was imagining things. It was incredible. He told me that they held shows in their basement sometimes four times a week. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. Could it be my dreams coming true instead of my nightmares? I wanted to believe it but then I heard my mom yelling at me for letting her sleep and other unimportant stuff. I just ignored her and followed Jimmy into the house, carrying bags of luggage.
The inside of their house was amazing. There was a huge spiral staircase leading up to where my mother and I would be staying. I had my own room which made me incredible happy, I wouldn't have to put up with my mom's complaining. The room was bigger than my room back in Montana and it had an insane sound system. The walls were painted maroon and there was a black carpet, it was like my dream room. I took out my Fairweather poster and tacked it to the wall to customize the room. "Nice touch," Jimmy told me. "Fairweather's an awesome band."
"Thanks. I think I'm going to love staying here." I answered him. He told me he was glad to hear that and said he was going to go check on my mom. I started unpacking my stuff and about a half hour later Jimmy came by and told me he'd give me the grand tour of the house. I followed him quietly, noticing my mother was still in her room. I was glad because she can be awfully embarassing at times. "So, how long have you been living here Jimmy?" I asked him.
"All my life, and please, call me Jim. I don't know why my dad told your mom to call me Jimmy," he laughed. "I despise that name."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Jim it is then," I laughed along with him. I felt like a total retard but how was I supposed to know.
Jim gave me a tour of the downstairs first, showing me the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, the game room, and the stereo room. The stereo room was like heaven to me since my life revolved around music. There were speakers all around and various instruments such as guitars and a drum set. Next, he took me down a set of stairs off the hallway. It looked like he was leading me into a closet and first but then we decsended down a set of stairs and we were in a gigantic basement.
"Yeah, this is where we have all the shows. My band and I play here every Friday night, and some other bands play other nights of the week. Hope Dies Last usually plays with us. It's always a great time. I'm sure you'll love it," he said.
"Whoa," is all I could manage to say. Three or four shows a week right in the house I was staying at? Just the thought got me excited. "Wait, your in a band? That's awesome! What's the band's name?"
"Midnight Sun," he told me. I had never heard of the band but I was sure they were great. We continued talking about music for ten minutes or so and then he asked me what the whole deal was with my parents. It caught me off guard but I answered him truthfully.
"I seriously have no clue. They were always arguing over little things, but I thought they loved each other. But I don't think I was right. But theres a good side to everything bad right? I think I might have found that good thing here. I might need this, a new start and a new life. You never know..."
"Believe me, I think you have," he told me. "You seem like you'll fit in with me and my friends just perfectly." We haeded upstairs and decided to get some dinner so we went into the kitchen and ordered some chinese food. Before we knew it, a group of his friends had arrived and we were all sitting around eating chinese food discussing music. For once in my life, I actually felt like I belonged; I felt like I was part of something great. After we were done eating we went downstairs and I listened to them practice for a while. They were awesome and their lyrics were great. We stayed up until 3 just listening to music that night. I knew I was going to love it here.
A week or so had passed and I was having the time of my life. School was almost over for the year though, which was a dissapointment in some ways. In school I mostly hung around with Jim and his friends Manda, Kyle, Ray, and Renee. Ray and Manda were in my grade and most of my classes and we all had lunch together. School had never been so fun before. I was even getting good grades which never happened to me in Montana. I still missed home, don't get me wrong, but life in Hollywood was great.
One day after school, the usual gang and I were walking on
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