Post by JANIE LOU JEFFERSON on Nov 7, 2010 20:49:38 GMT -5
WHY DON"T YOU LIKE ME
WITH OUT MAKING ME TRY
( I could try to be like grace kelly )
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Janie walked the streets alone in nothing but her best looking crumpled clothes. Living out of a suitcase would never be lurxous. But being famous had it's downfalls. Well, so she's heard. Electric Hearts wasn't famous yet. Not yet, but soon will be. She comforted her self out loud. Electric Hearts would prevail, she could feel it in her gut. Janie was never wrong. From the frist time the girls got together to try this... insane idea to create a band to get out of Pheniox. Janie threw her self into it quickly. Leaving the foster house for good. Putting all her college money out of the bank and into a drum set and a demo for this tour and voila.
She was here. Little Miss Crazy and the Electric Hearts made it onto the tour.
She couldn't help but crack a smile that seemed to brighten up the street she had turned down. Janie stopped and the smile disapeared quickly. Her eyes narrowed and looked around the street. Okay so where the hell am I? Janie grumbled looking around and started to hypervenlate on the street. She couldn't be lost... She just couldn't be. No. No she was never lost. Just confused that's it. Now was it a left or a right back to the site. Or was it striaght. Past Mickenly Avenue, No... Moore wasn't it??? Janie spun in a circle freakning out and exhaled in a shakey breath.
This is effin bullshit! Janie screamed out loud in frustration as she tumbled to the side of the street looking around. She growled like a wolf in frustration and punched the wall and screamed. Great now her hand was broken. Janie whimpered sitting down on the street against the wall that she hit her hand again. Janie cradled her hand against her stomach and pulled her knee's up to her chest. Maybe-- if she was really lucky-some one in a nice white coat would take her to those lovely funny farms she's heard about. Janie chuckled resting her forhead against her knees and let out her oppressed tears onto her knees and let it ruin her mascara.
WORDS,, 370
TAGGED,, OPEN
OUTFIT,,Set located here
MUSIC,, Grace Kelly, Mika. Your Love is my Drug- KeSha
NOTES,, I.need.Coffee.
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
