Hi, I'm new here. :) I haven't written a fan fiction for a few years, but I decided to give it another go. It might not be very good so creative criticism is welcome and greatly appreciated. Also, I will need at least 3 girls to be in the band, so if you are interested leave your first name, physical description and a few random tidbits about yourself. Also, the Jonas Brothers probably won't be in the story for a few chapters. I hope you guys enjoy!
*Edit: I decided to change the title, because the old one just didn't seem right*
It's All the Little Things You Do.
Jogging. Nothing calmed me down then a long, sweat-inducing jog. Not only was it a way to reduce the large amount of stress on my life, but it was a way of allowing me to process everything that was going on in my life—which at this point of my life, was a lot. I played bass in an all girl band called Romantic Autumn and we had been offered a position as an opener for some Disney band. This amazing opportunity was the reason that I was currently jogging uphill, gasping for breath and sweating profusely.
In order to be able to go on tour, I had to give up a full year UCLA, where I was enrolled in the Science Program, and if the tour went well enough, I might even have to drop out. I loved every aspect of music, but I didn’t know if I was ready to give up on school yet either. Another reason why I was hesitant about heading out on tour was that my mother, Catherine, was currently battling breast cancer, and the chemotherapy and radiation had taken a toll on her, both emotionally and physically. Not to mention, the medical bills were huge, and my younger sister and I were working our butts off just to pay them.
As I jogged back to my condo, I pushed all the thoughts out of my head. My mom didn’t know about the tour yet, and I wasn’t ready to tell her. I opened the door and ripped off my running shoes, and proceeded to run up the stairs into my bathroom where I turned on the shower and got in. As the water ran down my long blonde hair, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to play in front of thousands of fans. The most that Romantic Autumn had played in front of was about 500 at a fair a few months ago. I must have become lost in my train of thought, because before I knew it, the hot stream of water pouring down on me had become ice cold. I let out a small shriek as I hurried to turn the faucet off. As I wrapped a fluffy, white towel around my body and stepped into my room, I saw my mother sitting on my bed, holding a piece of paper in her hands.
She had her thinning shoulder length brown hair pulled into a ponytail, and she was reading what was written on the paper with her tired green eyes. She looked up, smiled and revealed what was on the piece of paper. It was the letter saying that we had the opportunity to go on the tour.
“I think you should go, honey. It’s a great opportunity.” I walked over and sat beside her on the bed.
“I don’t know, Mom. The timing just isn’t right. I can’t just leave you and Lauren here by yourselves. And if I go and something happens to you and I wasn’t here, I would never be able to live with myself!”
“When I make it through this, and you haven’t followed your dreams, I would never be able to live with myself. You’re going to go on this tour, and you are going to have the time of your life. No ifs, ands or buts about it.”
“Are you sure,” I said raising my eyebrows, “it’s an eight month tour, and I don’t even know if I’ll be back for the holidays, and I would miss your birthday, and...”
“I’m positive. I’ll be fine here with Lauren, and your Aunt is only 20 minutes away from here in case anything happens. Now give me a hug, and then we have to start getting you organized if you are going to be leaving in a week and a half.”
I hugged her tightly, and I couldn’t suppress the grin that had crept on my face. I was going to be going on a nation-wide arena tour, and I could barely believe it. I had to get in touch with the girls and tell them the good news.
