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GuitarPicksMoneyandMonsterEnergy; Chapter 1
Topic Started: Thursday, 23. December 2010, 04:39 (374 Views)
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"I-Cant-Tell-You how many times I've cried over this nonsense. Leave me to drown, darling, dont find me now," she sang to me, playing the soft chords on her guitar.
"Darkness, Silence, things i know. I cannot grow. Tell me, baby, is it time to go? I know....- that- you'll save me from the tears, and erase all my fears, baby! No one can love me like you do...it's up to you..."

I stopped her there.
"Caroline, you can't just switch a song from depressing to happy and expect it to be high on the charts," i started.
"I know but...i can't help it, there's so many feelings within me, i want the public to know of them," she protested.
I stood up, looking at her boldly.
The public does not wish to know you're deepest emotions, they want to hear kick-ass, dance music." i told her.

She looked down at her tanned lap and muttered, "I understand that but-"
"But what?"
"...i want to do something different."
"Did different get any of those other up and coming stars anywhere?" I asked.

"....No, but-"
"But nothing. I'm sticking to what those million dollar writers give me. Good day...sis." I smoothed out my pricey black skirt, tugged my blouse down to show my cleavage more, and strutted out the recording room in my stilettos.
"Bye, Iz."

Here i was, only 14 years old, and i was advising my 22 year old sister on business choices. You'd think "Who the hell is this little brat?"

Im Izzy. My IQ is 156. I graduated from college at the age of 11. My parents always make me do their taxes, and their daughter, Caroline, known as Cee Mary to the public, comes to me for advice in her music career.
I have billions of dollars in the bank from investing. I've been invited to the most exclusive of parties in the world, but i never go because they always serve alcohol. But somehow, my sister, the dumb, blonde, slutty sister who was always the center of attention, when i was the brains of the operation, gets all of the credit. All her hit songs from "Love me, Not!" to "Sexy Girl Theme Song" were written by me. All her parties were planned by me. Yet I never ever heard "Good job, Miss Izzy!" or "Well done, Isabella" or even "I love you, sweetheart" from my parents.
I was nobody to them, though i was the one who made it possible for them to live in a large estate with maids and butlers and a private theater and a bowling ally, not the mention a resort-style pool.

I was invisible. But not for long. I'd rise to the top, at some point. And, walking down the corridor of the building where the recording studio was, i smiled.

That one point...was today.


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Well, you've got a good thing going. Reading the title I kinda shrugged. I love guitar picks (mostly because I need them to play my guitar), and money's alright too lol. The storytelling was simple and pretty funny. Simple, but done well. My IQ is 156. Haha, that's pretty darn high. You've got the makings of something interesting and I'll be watching to see what it becomes.
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Ooh. Spanancy! I want to read more, thats for sure.

And you get points for ze awesome title. :D

Pretty harsh on her sister, but I guess she kind of has a reason to be, no? I pity and dislike her at the same time. Kind of. I'm not really very sure. But still. Im confused. Nevermind!

It has the potential to become an interesting, spnazzy story, so... KEEP IT UP! :B
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:) thankz guys. Im going for the Boylen Girl scenerio, resulting in one sister's demise.(if u've ever read the book, SOOOOOO GOOD!) anyways, yeah thankz, peoples, i look forward to posting more in the very near future <3
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Well, I already hate/love it enough to want more. Don't take it wrong, lol. Just the fact that I hate the introduced characters thus far. The eldest sister sounds like an idiot, the younger sounds like a brat that never gets the chance to express her brattiness to the world because her sister takes all the brat time, and the parents sound like money-absorbed twits. :DD Sounds like a brilliant story. Can't wait for more! lol This'll be good. I want to know what the sister is going to do, agh! The suspense will kill me. *dies*

waitwhere'sthemonster?

MonsterNRG! lol
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Thursday, 23. December 2010, 06:19
waitwhere'sthemonster?

MonsterNRG! lol
I thought that was an energy drink or something. :P
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Thursday, 23. December 2010, 09:13
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Thursday, 23. December 2010, 06:19
waitwhere'sthemonster?

MonsterNRG! lol
I thought that was an energy drink or something. :P
It is. I love monster!

NRG=energy
so, therefore,
MonsterNRG=Monster Energy

:DD I'm not supposed to had monster !
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._. my mommi says if i drink too much Monster when i go running my heart with asplode. T_T Mommi scares me.
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Izzok. We're all dead so it makes no difference. :)
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My mommy said that, too!! :DD She also said I'd get a migraine, too! :DD
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Friday, 24. December 2010, 01:54
Izzok. We're all dead so it makes no difference. :)
:O i dun get migranes but i get so hyper i cant stop moving. ._. my guy friend had to restrain me at lunch to keep me from running.
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When i get hyper, i somehow get drunk. :) Or act drunk, anyway. But i never get sugar high.

Meh we should stop spamming this if you wish to continue posting more of your story in it ;)
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Thursday, 23. December 2010, 04:39
"I-Cant-Tell-You how many times I've cried over this nonsense. Leave me to drown, darling, dont find me now," she sang to me, playing the soft chords on her guitar.
"Darkness, Silence, things i know. I cannot grow. Tell me, baby, is it time to go? I know....- that- you'll save me from the tears, and erase all my fears, baby! No one can love me like you do...it's up to you..."

I stopped her there.
"Caroline, you can't just switch a song from depressing to happy and expect it to be high on the charts," i started.
"I know but...i can't help it, there's so many feelings within me, i want the public to know of them," she protested.
I stood up, looking at her boldly.
The public does not wish to know you're deepest emotions, they want to hear kick-ass, dance music." i told her.

She looked down at her tanned lap and muttered, "I understand that but-"
"But what?"
"...i want to do something different."
"Did different get any of those other up and coming stars anywhere?" I asked.

"....No, but-"
"But nothing. I'm sticking to what those million dollar writers give me. Good day...sis." I smoothed out my pricey black skirt, tugged my blouse down to show my cleavage more, and strutted out the recording room in my stilettos.
"Bye, Iz."

Here i was, only 14 years old, and i was advising my 22 year old sister on business choices. You'd think "Who the hell is this little brat?"

Im Izzy. My IQ is 156. I graduated from college at the age of 11. My parents always make me do their taxes, and their daughter, Caroline, known as Cee Mary to the public, comes to me for advice in her music career.
I have billions of dollars in the bank from investing. I've been invited to the most exclusive of parties in the world, but i never go because they always serve alcohol. But somehow, my sister, the dumb, blonde, slutty sister who was always the center of attention, when i was the brains of the operation, gets all of the credit. All her hit songs from "Love me, Not!" to "Sexy Girl Theme Song" were written by me. All her parties were planned by me. Yet I never ever heard "Good job, Miss Izzy!" or "Well done, Isabella" or even "I love you, sweetheart" from my parents.
I was nobody to them, though i was the one who made it possible for them to live in a large estate with maids and butlers and a private theater and a bowling ally, not the mention a resort-style pool.

I was invisible. But not for long. I'd rise to the top, at some point. And, walking down the corridor of the building where the recording studio was, i smiled.

That one point...was today.


I walked down the hall, got on the elevator, and slowly sighed. I felt exausted. I put a stick of mint gum in my mouth after burrowing it out of my large Coach purse. I straightened up from my sluggish pose and slicked dark red lipstick on my tight lips. I smiled and said "Okay, Iz...you're alright." The elevator stopped on the ground level of the building, and i strutted confidently out of it as if i were on a catwalk. I made my way to the glass door of the building to find a handsome man awaiting me.

"Hello, Miss Isabella," said my young escort, Travis. He was maybe 20, with dark brown curls and eyes cat green. His black suit made him look quite desirable. He smiled wickedly at my fierce expression as he escorted me to the black bmw.
"You seem quite determined this morning, Young Lady," he said as he opened the back door for me.
"I am, Travis," i replied, getting into the car, and he shut the door behind me. He then got into the driver's seat and drove off the property where my sister still sat in the recording studio, probably crying of her defeat.
"Why exactly are you, Izzy?" he said once we were on the highway. He called me Izzy whenever i needed the familar parent figure he had become to me.
"Travis...I'm tired. Exausted. Why does she get everything when i get nothing?" I asked him. I took my seatbelt off and leaned into the front area of the car.
"Well i wouldn't know, Miss. Also, I want to advise you that if we had a car accident right now and your head was positioned as it is right now, it would certainly pop right off," said Travis.
I immediately sat back and put my seat belt back on. He smiled at my child-like behavior.
"So are we driving back home or would you prefer somewhere else?" he asked.
"Hmmm...Let's go to your house."
His glance was sharp, filled with unsureness, but he quickly regained his calm.
"Ah...As you wish, Miss," he said.
XXX
10 minutes later we arrived at Travis's apartment.
As soon as he opened the door i rushed in. But what i saw was...odd.
Everything was white and silver. There was glass everywhere. A large flat screen TV was mounted on the wall. I sighed. Another rich man's house.
Travis chuckled nervously. "Uhm, not to your liking, Miss?" he asked.
"No, it's quite all right," i said, dissappointed. "Just thought it'd be more homey."
"Well, I'm sorry, I'm sharing this apartment with my older sister. She's a designer, which is part of the reason why i got this job as your...uhm...escort."
I knew he was trying not to say my baby-sitter. I laughed.
"Well it's alright, Travis," I said, plopping on the couch. I kicked off my stilettos, revealing my red, aching feet. Travis immediately went to my side to massage them.
"You know what, Travis? I'm going to outdo my sister." I said as if it were nothing unusual, looking at the ceiling. He paused for a moment, thinking of what i could do, then continued and said, "Well, how are you going to do that, Miss?"

"I don't know...I've always been a better singer than her, and far more capable of writing songs and managing myself. It's just that she has all the looks."

Travis looked up at me, flabbergausted. He looked from my dark silky curls to my downward curved lips. Then up to my eyes.
"Isabella, you're beautiful."
"But i won't be beautiful to the public. The public wants blonde hair and big tits and hot sexy eyes and and tanned long legs. Last time i checked i dont have those things."
Travis sighed. He had already said too much already. All he needed was the press flinging his innocent quote into the papers calling him a pedophile.

He sat on the couch finally next to me and I rested my head on his shoulder. He seemed like more of a father to me than my real one.
"So what are you going to do about your sister?" he asked after we had been watching cartoon network for awhile.
"I'm going to make a song and let some music company listen to it. Then they'll give me a recording contract, and i'll beat my sister. Easy enough."

"Where are you to get the money for this? And make arrangements?" I glanced at him in disbelief.

"Travis, darling, if i could get my sister to the top, i'm sure i can do it as well."

-tobecontinued?
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Sure, continue it a bit. Travis seems like an interesting character. Even though nothing actually happens, we know what will now. It'll be cool to see how you do that.
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:3 ok i shall continue it
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE SUSPENSE!

Sorry. But that was awesome. :) I like your writing style; keep it up!

(Travis seems interesting.)
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I love this. :) Keep going. It's from an interesting perspective, and the way her brain works and is tracked is relatable. If you build on it a little bit, it could turn into something fantabulous. :) This is the first draft, though, right?

I can't wait to see how this'll go. :D More, por favor! lol
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Wednesday, 29. December 2010, 04:17
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I love this. :) Keep going. It's from an interesting perspective, and the way her brain works and is tracked is relatable. If you build on it a little bit, it could turn into something fantabulous. :) This is the first draft, though, right?

I can't wait to see how this'll go. :D More, por favor! lol
._. well i came up with it on here sooo :D yes, yes it iz a 1st draft. ^_^ thank chu, i'll right more in the very near future.
lulz my cousin's 9 and whenever she thinks something or someone's kool or hot she says "oh em gee...______ is so fantabulous!"
^^ thankz for making me laugh xD
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