I woke up to my phone ringing. I looked at it, squinting my eyes. It was my alarm. 9 o' clock, all for Nick Jonas, he better be freaking worth it. I got up and got showered, got dressed and put a bit of make up on. Ran down the stairs and looked again, 9;45, hmm breakfast. I made myself some toast and tea. I sat there and took the last sip just as the doorbell rang. I got up and casually walked over.
I opened it and there stood Nick.
" Hey " I said and smiled. " Come on in I just have to run upstairs and brush my teeth".
" Okay " He said as I ran up the stairs.
I ran into my room and straight to the bathroom and started to brush my teeth. I checked my hair and make up again making sure I looked PERFECT. Well not perfect, but decent. And I did. I walked back down the stairs checking myself in the number of mirrors on the way down.
Nick smiled as I walked down, he walked towards me.
" You look beautiful " He smiled down at me.
" Thanks, its only shorts and a tee " I slighlty laughed.
" Still beautiful to me, so you ready so see how I work ? " He asked smiling.
" Yep, I've always wondered what a recording studio looks like " I walked towards the door.
" You've never been in one ? " He asked shocked.
" No, only dreamed of some day working in one. Me and my friend would write songs all day, and go in talent searches and go to auditions but things just never worked out. My family only partly moved here because of the bar. Mostly it's because of me " I told him.
" You write songs ? I wanna hear one. Now " He said not moving from where he was standing.
" What ? " I turned around quickly.
" I want to hear your songs, I'm not budging til you play one " He said telling the truth he didn't move.
" I can't even sing, I'm like the one that has the normal voice. Not amazing like Miley or Demi " I said looking down.
" Hey, everyone has a uniqueness to their talent. Please play me one song " He pleaded.
" Fine, come on " I grabbed his hand and led him to our music room.
I walked towards the piano and sat down. I turned to him.
" I wrote this for my friend, well more about her than for her " He sat down on a chair beside the bench and just looked at me. I began playing and singing along.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLVVGVhhuTQ (imagine someone with a mild voice like Selena Gomez singing this )
Sophie cannot finish her dinner
Says she's eatin' enough
Sophie's tryin' to make herself thinner
Says she's eatin' too much
And her brother says, "You're joking,"
And her mother's heart is broken
Sophie has a hard time copin'
And, besides, Sophie's hopin'
CHORUS
She can be like all the other girls
Be just like all the other girls
Livin' in an ordinary world
Just to fit in, in the ordinary world
Just to fit in like an ordinary girl.
II
Sophie's losin' weight by the minute
How did things get this bad?
Sophie's family don't understand it
Gave her all that they had
And her sister won't stop cryin'
'Cause her father says she's dyin'
Sophie says she's really tryin'
Problem is, Sophie's lying.
REPEAT CHORUS
How did she get this way?
How did she get this way?
Through tryin' to hide it.
What does it take to say,
What does it take to say
She's dying, Sophie's dying to ...
REPEAT CHORUS
I finished the song while I noticed tears were pouring from my eyes, but my cries were silent. It wasn't too long before I felt strong arms pull me into and embrace.
" Ssshh, don't cry. I'm sorry " He held me until my breathing was secure again. I slowly pulled away and looked at him.
" I'm sorry for crying I just, I-I miss her so much. I tried to help her and I tried to stop her but I couldn't and now she's dead and I blame myself " I felt the tears pouring down my face again as I began to sob.
" Don't blame yourself ever, you tried to help her but she didn't want it. That's not your fault " He hugged me and kissed the top of my head.
" I better go fix my make - up, I don't want to look like a panda, and we're late to the studio anyway " I wiped my eyes and ran upstairs, embarassed he had seen me cry already. I looked down with my hands pressed against the counter, breathing out heavily. I felt him wrap his arms around and pull me close.
" It's okay to cry in front of me you know " He whispered in my ear.
" I know " I whispered back.
" Come on, let's get going " I fixed my face and then walked downstairs and opened the door to find the paparrazi outside,..AGAIN.
" Jade was that you singing ? "
" You have a beautiful voice "
" Is it about you ? "
" Do you have anorexia ? "
They all screamed this at me and the flashes weren't far behind. I was shocked. They had heard the song, and most likely heard me crying too. I got into Nick's truck and he got in the other side and we drove to the studio.... I wondered what would be on E! about the song tonight.
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Sophie Lyrical Danceby BekProduction11,752 views
1. Poor Jade): That was sad. But I love Jade!!
2. Loved it
3. Aww poor Jade... She'll get called anorexic now !! </3
xCreativexXxSoulx 1 year ago