Hello lovely readers.
This is something I've been working on the past couple of weeks.
It was actually specially meant for Ocean&Atlantic and my personal fanfiction site.
But I thought I'd put it out here too. So this is just the prologue. More will come soon.
Stay tuned lovelies, and enjoy.

Rocking the Cradle

Whilst a whirling wind hauled throughout San Francisco, in an old Victorian manor, a young girl sat curled up on a dusty, scarlet colored couch. Running her hand through her dark hair, she gazed out the window. You’d think this was just some ordinary girl, who was just like everyone else. Growing up this teenager of merely sixteen had a father; a legend that had been honored a it spot in the rock and roll hall of fame. A mother; whom used to be the golden girl by his side. And the girl? She was the much doted on toddler; her life was full of bliss. Was full of bliss, until her father had past away; caused by a drug overdoses. Leaving his widowed wife and shattered daughter of only fourteen.

Much had happened from then on; more than anyone should be allowed to endure in a lifetime. The devastated widow followed in her deceased husband’s footsteps. Being glued to a bar stool in the pub downtown, drinking her sorrow away; trying to forget the pain of losing the one she loved so dearly. It didn’t stop there; trust me, there’s more.

A girl, who had only been breathing for fourteen years, was set to face the penalty of leading a life without a loving and caring mother she could turn to. There were relatives of course; but none of them knew how the mother of this broken teen had been absent, longer than any child would have to endure.

Someone this girl did have to turn to; her boyfriend whom had flown in from New York just to be with his girlfriend for as long as she needed. He was a teen idol, loved and adored by so many. He had looked up to the girl’s father; he too was overcome by the sudden death of one of his heroes.

But when word came out; of a rockstar whom had wasted his life away by drinking excessively, taking pills that were far from legal, injecting things he shouldn’t, into his blood stream - and it probably didn’t stop there. Not to forget how the press was all over his widow’s scandal; how she gave the whole family a bad name plastered on their foreheads. The once so admired rock and roll family had been ashamed to the public; the innocent teenager had been pulled into this hurricane of disgrace and infamy.

An aspiring musician like her boyfriend couldn’t be involved with a family that had to carry such a disgrace on themselves. Although it hurt him to leave, he had to leave. He broke his own heart, when breaking the heart of a girl he loved dearly. He had turned his head away, embarrassed; pretended that he didn’t see. But he got through, he moved on from that chapter in his life; he had found new flames, and he was doing just fine. He had almost forgotten all about that girl with the bright honey-brown colored eyes, a flawless set of pearly white teeth when she smiled, and that harmoniously tuned laugh that would erupt from her rose petal colored lips.

Living in the manor the girl grew up in, she lived with her grandmother whilst her mother resided in a rehab institution, trying to shake the past; let go of her addictions to the things she craved more than ever. Care to take a peek inside the life of a girl, rocking the cradle as she is coming of age?

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*squeals* yay!!! a new fic? you are one of my favorite writers on this site so I am definitely excited to read more.

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Loes, you should know that I already love this. xD

Post more soon!

xoxo nicole <33

Loes wrote Awh, Nicole what would I do without you? :] TGIF! :]

Hm...without me? Well, you would have no (extremely) interesting lime green comments, hahah. xD

Ah, I am soo glad it's Friday. I commented Push Play saying 'Partayy!'

xoxo nicole <33

Chapter 2

A pair of oversized headphones covered my ears, as my hands pressured them against my head whilst I sung into the microphone that stood in front of me. My eyes closed, yet I knew my new producer; Bobby and closest friend; Joyce stood on the other side of the glass as I sung.

“What about now? What about today? What if you’re making me all that I was meant to be? What if our love never went away; what if it’s lost behind words we could never find. Baby before it’s too late. Baby before it’s too late, baby before it’s too late.” I sang, pausing for a short moment, lightly inhaling a fresh dosage of oxygen to sing the last lyric. “What about now?”

I opened my eyes, anxiously waiting to see the response of Bobby and Joyce. Joyce was jumping up and down, enthusiastically applauding. I laughed at the sight, seeing Bobby give me two thumbs up. “Great job kiddo!” I heard his voice speak through the headphones. “Thanks Bobby.”

Recording was great; we already had gotten three songs nailed down We walked into the studio around 7 AM, and got straight to recording the songs I had written. Luckily I had some demos already done, so this would be a piece of cake; it’s in my blood isn’t it?

Feeling the music move my soul, I sang along to the words I had written to go with it. This song I was belting out was written exactly two hours after my ex broke it off with me; when I needed him most he retracted his arms, turned his face away embarrassed and pretended I never played a part in his life.

I listened to the pounding music coming from my headphones; it filled my ears like liquid beats crashing down on parched shores. “Everything is effed up, straight from the heart. Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart. Gotta pick myself up, where do I start? ‘Cause I can’t turn to you when it all falls apart, no..” Shaking my head as I sung, my hands tangled up in my chestnut brown locks as my voice rose singing the last line: “Gotta pick myself up ‘cause things are messed up.” I let my hands trickle down to my cheeks, as I slowly opened my eyes; anxious to see what Bobby and Joyce thought of it.

“Now that is gonna be a hit kiddo, superb!” Bobby praised respectfully, hearing his voice through my headphones. I watched how Joyce bopped her strawberry blonde locks as she frantically flailed her arms around, waving at me with a big with grin plastered on her face. I laughed; after all this time things seemed to be looking up for me, and it felt phenomenal.

Ready to belt out another song, Bobby waved his hands, gesturing for me to stop. Confusedly I slanted my head to the side, letting the headphones that were draped down my ears, slide down to my neck. “Coffee break!” Joyce yelped, leaping forward as she practically shoved Bobby aside. I giggled and gave in, taking off the headphones and hanging them on a hook that hung on the wall, stepping out from the recording cubicle.

The overly hyper active Joyce grasped a hold of my hand, tugging at it as she pulled me forward. “Come on, I am in desperate need of Starbucks.” She stated, *CENSORED*ing her head to the side with an impatient look painted on her face. I laughed seeing Bobby crumple up a bubble gum wrapper and disposing it in the trash can. “My treat.” He insisted eagerly, patting me on the back. A cupid bowed smile formed on my face. “How can I resist?”

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Seated at a booth in the Starbucks nearest to the recording studio, we were avidly conversing. Joyce dominated the conversation; she always was quite energetic and involved in any conversation. Let’s not beat around the bush; Joyce was just very talkative. She was every color of the spectrum; funny, creative, sweet, energetic, courageous and the list goes on. I had always admired her; she was always such a great friend to me. Even when everything seemed to be falling apart, she held up the walls around me.

My chestnut brown colored eyes – said to be the spitting image of my father’s eyes – trailed around Starbucks, resting on the television screen that hung from the ceiling. To my distraught the moment my eyes focused on the screen a commercial of Chevy Rocks the Road whipped on by; starring none other than my ex and his brothers – with their big fake smiles imprinted on their faces whilst they spoke words that had been written for them, memorized in their memory.

I let go of the thought; there was no use in crying over spilled milk. He was over and done; a mere past tense. He was so yesterday. I laughed inwardly when those words crossed my mind; how cheesy. Turning my attention back to the conversation I just nodded my head along, pretending that I had heard everything that was conversed back and forth.  “, and I’m convinced: ‘When It All Falls Apart’ is gonna be a hit.” Bobby said, grasping my full attention again. “You think?” I asked unobtrusively, I wasn’t one to boast – and I wasn’t planning to turn into one of those over-confident wannabe one hit popstars. My father had taught me that modesty was one of the main keys to being successful in the music business, and I was going to follow his wise words. It got him pretty darn far, didn’t it?

“Definitely kiddo. Not only the lyrics are brilliant but the amount of passion in the song is unwavering.” Bobby praised, making me feel glad I had him as my producer. He could be whacky and goofy, but when it was time to be serious he was direct, he didn’t beat around the bush and that was the way I liked it. “Thanks Bobby.” Bobby crookedly smiled as he patted my back. Bobby reminded me a lot of my father; they were so alike but then again so different. Papa Jonas always had reminded me a lot of my father, they were pretty good friends back in the day. I never expected people that felt like my very own family to turn their backs on me like that. They made me feel more alone than I had ever felt before; I was simply lost to those who I thought were friends – almost everyone I knew. Left me sitting in a room, just me and those four white walls again, walls that had grown to be far too familiar to me.

“Now finish up, we’ve got a lot of recording ahead.” I smiled nodding my head, obeying as I slurped up my Frappuchino. There was a lot of work to be done, and I was ready; ready to brave the big bad world and shine.

So get ready here I come

Until the job is done, no time to waste

There’s nothing stopping me

Oh, but you don’t hear me though

So now it’s time to show

I’ll prove at I’m gonna be the best I can be

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