Born To Shine

Born To Shine (7)

Chapter 7

I opened my eyes after a nights rest. I didn't dream of anything in particular but whenever I did it was about the crash. I sat up and stretched thinking about today. We haven't thought of found anything in particular. But then again we only moved in yesterday.

I got off my bed and then went to my bag for clothes and then went to my ensuite bathroom.

After I had showered and changed I brushed my teeth, grabbed my guitar and headed downstairs. I walked to the kitchen. I had been walking around the house yesterday to familiarize my self with the house. I entered the vacant kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was midday.

That is probably the only average thing about me. Waking up at midday like any other teenager.

After my coffee was made I went to the lounge and saw everyone in there apart from Shane.

"Good morning guys," I said and sat on the arm of the couch that Mark and Johnny were on. They all turned to me a smiled.

"More like good afternoon. I guess you aren't a morning person." Matt said. I shrugged.

"Not exactly. But I am 18 so it's normal." I said.

"Ah yes. You are the youngest. How cute." Johnny said. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well sorry don't blame me for being born when I was," I said.

"You know I still can't believe that we lost the headliner to an 18-year-old. You make me feel lousy." Jamie said jokingly.

"You'll get over it. I guess we are just awesome like that." Tony said cockily.

"Talking about the headliner what's shoved up Shane's ass to treat Lizzie like s**t?" Mark said.

"I don't know. I think he hates the fact you guys got the headliner and since Lizzie is the main focus point he is directing the anger at her." Lucas said. Matt and Jamie just shrugged.

"He's never been like that before, but he'll get over so Lizzie? Don't take anything to heart." Matt said and smiled at me.

"So, he does hate her. I couldn't make sure yesterday..." Trisha said.

"Yeah, he looks at her like she a piece of s**t which is wrong because I don't think she's done anything," Marcus said. Hmmm... Everyone seems to be on my side that's good. But this isn't like some war or something plus as Matt said he'll get over it, so I believe that he shall.

"I agree. Anyways did you see the look on his face when he found out his room was opposite Lizzie's? It was priceless!" Jacob said. I gave that a small smile. It was funny.

"Yeah, it was damn hilarious!" Charlie agreed.

"Anyways it's reaching half twelve someone needs to go wake Shane up," Jamie said.

"Not me!" Everyone said- apart from me at the same time. I groaned.

"C'mon guys! what happened to him hating me? You know he isn't going to be happy if I wake him up!" I said. I can't believe they were actually doing this to me.

"Sorry, Lizzie. You are going to have to!" Matt said.

"Don't worry Lizzie. You'll be fine." Trisha reassured with a smile. I didn't smile back and pursed my lips.

"Fine..." I said reluctantly.

"We'll be in the studio we need to get started," Mark said. I nodded and then headed upstairs as they headed to go to the studio. The walked up the stairs and then headed towards my room. I waited outside of his and heard that it was silent. The door was closed so I decided to knock on it. I did three quick taps and then prayed that they were heard.

I heard some shuffling it sounded like there was more than one person in the room.

Weird.

"What...?" Shane's wearied voice asked.

"Um... It's Lizzie you are called downstairs by everyone." I said loud enough for him to hear. He groaned loudly. I heard more shuffling which proved that there was more than one person in the room. Then the door opened to reveal an angry looking Shane Ashby.

"What do you want?" He snapped at me. The was half naked only wearing his boxers. I guess I know who he was with.

"Urr... We have to get writing... I was told by everyone to wake you up. I didn't know you had company..." I trailed awkwardly.

"Shane! Who is it? Please tell me that it isn't that low excuse of a performer Lizzie!" A whiny feminine voice said. I flinched slightly at her tone but I didn't let it bother me.

"One minute babe. You can go now Lizzie, I've got the message." He said and then slammed the door on my face. I sighed and then walked away back downstairs. I grabbed my guitar from the lounge and then headed for the studio. I entered and said myself next to Trisha.

"What's wrong Lizzie?" She asked. I wasn't aware that I was frowning and straightened my face to make it look normal.

"What do you mean what's wrong?" I asked innocently.

"You were frowning! Did Shane say anything to you? He is such an ass! What did he say?" She said. She was beginning to get worked up.

I guess I am grateful to have Trisha then even if I barely know her.

"It's fine really," I said.

"You know what Lizzie? I think you are hiding something and it's killing you slowly. I also have a feeling he is making it worse for you." She whispered to me making sure that no one else heard.

"You are just imaging things," I said quickly. My chest tightened. I hate lying but I didn't want pity or sympathy.

"Well, whatever it is I just want to say that you seem to be a strong person. You have built walls around yourself to keep people out. All I want to say is that you are a strong woman. And strong women wear their pain like stilettos. No matter how much it hurts, people only see the beauty of it." She said. I smiled at her.

It shocked me though on how observant she was.

"You just need to take off those stilettos off from time to time it'll do you some good." She said to me.

"I'm alright really," I said. She looked at me weirdly for a second and then shrugged it off.

"Okay let's change the subject. Did I tell you yesterday that I am happy that I have some girl company?" She said. Ah... yes. She must've mentioned it at least 5 times.

"Yes, you did more than once and I’m glad too," I said.

"Well since I have said it all so many times it's true!" she said happily. Fifteen minutes passed of mindless chatter before the door opened to reveal Shane and his girlfriend (if it was a fling then I wouldn't be so surprised).

To be perfectly honest I wasn't also surprised at the fact she didn't even know on how to dress. She was wearing a tight sleeveless top that showed most of her cleavage and showed her belly button. She also wore a tiny mini skirt that just about covered half of her bum.

Talk about modesty. I don't get how people could dress like that. Isn’t she cold at least? And if you want to look appealing they may but a little more clothes wouldn't hurt, right?

She was holding Shane's hand possessively and eyeing the other boys.

I actually felt sorry for him.

"Oh look what the cat dragged in isn't it Shane's all so perfect girlfriend?" Matt muttered. She glared at Matt and then saw me and threw daggers. I didn't flinch, I just looked away.

"And Matt it's good to see you. Not. I guess you are just jealous that I am Shane's and not yours!" she said in the same whiny voice as she did earlier.

"Stop Stacy," Shane said. 'Stacy' turned to him and battered her eyelids at him. I was afraid that her fake eyelashes were going to drop off.

"But Babe! He's being mean to me!" she said in what she probably thought in an alluring tone.

Shane made a slightly disgusted face at her for a millisecond I wasn't even sure if he had made it. I also observed that he was stiff. I guess he doesn't seem to like her. I think I feel even more sorry for him.

"Just ignore him." He muttered. She then threw her arms around his neck and pulled- more like yanked him forward.

"Okay just for you Baby." She said and then crushed her lips to his.

"Ewww! PDA alert! There are people in this room if you haven't noticed!" Trisha said and then made overdramatic gagging noises. Stacy pulled apart and threw daggers at her.

"And what are you? You are just jealous that Shane's mine and not yours!" she said. Trisha rolled her eyes.

"Oh puh-lease! You can have him. He isn't even the slightest bit alluring to me! And ever heard of clothes? I know this really good stor-" Trisha said and then got interrupted by a mad looking 'Stacy'.

"Oh just shut up! You just can't except the fact that I have a perfect body and you don't! There's nothing wrong with being proud!" she shouted.

"Uh huh? Keep on telling yourself that honey. Whatever helps you sleep at night. And there's nothing with being proud. You know there's this thing called dignity. You should try having some!" Trisha said.

Everyone else watched them shout at each other not bothering to stop them. I decided to take a stand.

"Girls! Stop arguing!" I said. They stopped and looked at me. I got daggers from 'Stacy' and confused look from Trisha.

"Who do you think you are? Oh, I am Lizzie McGaugh and since I got the headliner I am better than everybody and blah blah blah. Talk about selfish!" She mimicked. She made my name sound as if it was dirty.

"Why are you pulling her into this she is just trying to stop us! What is your problem?" Trisha said clearly standing up for me.

"Urgh. Can't you see through her little show? She just does that to look good to everyone. The company, the fans! EVERYONE! She isn't who you think she is!" Stacy shrieked.

"How do you know? You don't f*cking know her so don't judge her! You're the one kissing up to everyone! You don't care about anyone just the press and what people think of you! When are you going to get that in your head?" Trisha shouted.

I think just made everything worse. I hate it when people fight. Especially when it's about me.

Stacy glared at Trisha menacingly and she returned one. Stacy lifted her hand to slap her but Shane- luckily stopped her.

"Take that back you b!tch! You know nothing about me!" She said. She looked as if she wanted to say more but Shane had dragged her out before she could. I turned to Trisha and looked at her apologetically.

"I'm so sorry Trisha! I didn't mean it for this to happen!" I said. She smiled easily at me.

"It's alright Lizzie. She deserved everything that I threw at her. She just can't handle the truth." She said simply.

"You didn't have to stand up for me. But I'm happy you did." I said.

"Actually I had to because I could just tell you weren't going to stand up for yourself. and what are friends for?" she said. I smiled at her.

"Thank you, Trisha," I said. I felt happy for once. I had a funny feeling that I and Trisha are going to get along and possibly be best friends in the future.

*

It had been hours in the studio and I began to feel as if I was trapped in a box. We haven't really gotten far with the song.

Shane didn't like anyone's ideas- especially mine. We were supposed to write a song about family unity. It was what the fundraiser was about. About people who had broken families. Basically for orphans, widows, abusive families, foster children or people who had lost a member of their family.

To me, this was a very personal matter but I didn't show that it was. That was my personal life and this is my music.

Yes, my music symbolised a lot about me but not a lot of people read into that and just thought that I just wrote it- not being from the heart.

"I think we shall call it a night," Mark said wearily and then stifled a yawn.

"Yeah even though if we haven't really got anywhere thanks to someone! I really liked Lizzie's idea." Jamie said and then looked pointedly at Shane. Shane just glared at me.

"Her idea was weak and symbolised nothing." He said.

"I object!" Johnny interjected.

"We aren't at a wedding Johnny." Trisha pointed out.

"Whatever all I have got to say is that I think the idea was great!" He reasoned.

"No, it was not. I don't get how she is a songwriter. All her writing is meaningless. I don't even get why she is even a performer. Her songs are a load of s**t and her act is rubbish! I still don't get why I am on her tour!" He said venomously.

I felt my heart sink, he spoke as if I wasn't even in the room yet he was staring right at me.

"Take that back!" Mark shouted at him.

"I am not going to lie. She doesn't deserve to be here!" He said.

"I'm going to call it a night," I whispered and then got off my seat and head outside the studio and walked to my room.

Tears started to cascade down my face. What have I done wrong for him to think that? He knows nothing of me... I felt my walls were beginning to shake.

Nothing had made me before made me react this way. Why is it him? Why does he hate me?

I didn't do anything? I rather have him act as if I don't exist then have him criticize who I am.

You are going to regret getting the headliner. Mark my words. His words from a few days ago swirled around my mind.

I wasn't going to regret getting the headliner. I'm strong and until I have nothing left I will regret it. He doesn't know me and I want it to stay that way. I hope that these two weeks go by quickly I don't think I could last so long in the heat.

*

I lay on my bed wanting sleep to succumb me. I then heard a light knock at the door. I sat up and looked at the door confusedly. Who would be coming now?

"Come in," I whispered in the silence. The door then opened and revealed Matt, he looked at me apologetically and sat at the side of my bed.

"Uh... Lizzie?" He said.

"Yes, Matt?" I said curiously. What would he want?

"I'm sorry about Shane. I guess he is still mad at the fact he doesn't have the headliner. Don't let his words get to you. You are an amazing artist and never let him make you think otherwise." He said. I looked at him for a few seconds. I knew that he was sorry on Shane's behalf.

"It's alright Matt. Shane can say whatever he wants. It's a free country and everyone is entitled to say what they want to say. So don't worry about me I'll be fine." I said to him truthfully. I didn't want him to pity me or turn against Shane or whatever.

"Thank you, Lizzie. You are a great person. Anyways I should let you sleep. Good night." He said and then got off of my bed.

"Good night," I replied and he then left the room and shut the door.

At least Matt and the rest of them are nice to me. I guess time will tell to see if Shane and I would ever be mere 'acquaintances'.