Call Me Foolish, I Feel Hopeless
I'll Sing Along
Alex Gaskarth
Today was the day. The whole band was bouncing back stage in excitement, watching some other band perform. If I said I was nervous, that'd be an understatement.
"You okay?" Jack asked, kissing my forehead.
"What if I mess up? It'll all be my fault." I whispered, looking into his eyes.
"Lex, i'll sing along with you if it makes you feel better." Jack gleamed, making my heart race.
"Yes please." In a couple short minutes, it was our turn to go on stage. The campers, along with talent scouts were sitting on uncomfortable folding chairs, looking quite tired of being here. At least were the last band.
"Hey, were All Time Low!" I announced into the microphone, the crowd giving my blank stares. I felt my hands getting sweaty as I played the first cord of Running From Lions.
Throughout the set, the crowd started screaming, cheering, and jumping around for us! Now it was time for Therapy, the most personal song i've written.
"Were going to slow this down for our last song." I stated, making the crowd sit back down in their chairs. Taking a deep breath, I started humming the beginning Jack having a hand on the small of my back.
My ship went down
In a sea of sound.
When I woke up alone I had everything:
A handful of moments I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.
In a city of fools,
I was careful and cool,
But they tore me apart like a hurricane...
A handful of moments I wished I could change
But I was carried away.
Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can keep all your misery.
My lungs gave out
As I faced the crowd.
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous.
I'm flesh and bone,
I'm a rolling stone
And the experts say I'm delirious.
Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can take back your misery.
Arrogant boy,
Love yourself so no one has to.
They're better off without you.
(They're better off without you.)
Arrogant boy,
Cause a scene like you're supposed to.
They'll fall asleep without you.
You're lucky if your memory remains.
Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can take back your misery.
Therapy...
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can choke on your misery.
I finished the song, silent tears running down my face.
"Thank you guys. You were a great crowd." My voice choked out, forcing a smile onto my face. We grabbed our shit and headed onto the main floor to hear the results. One talent scout will tell you things to improve on and tell you your score in the whole contest.
"Hello everyone, i'd like to thank all the bands and entered first of all. You all did amazing, but there can only be one winner." The talent scout paused, looking me in the eyes. I looked away quickly, scared of the results. We didn't pay attention to the other bands, until ours was called. Jack grabbed my hand, rubbing small circles into my palm, trying to calm my nerves.
"Whatever happens, I love you." Jack whispered into my ear, causing me to blush.
"All Time Low, i'd like to congratulated you for being our winner!" The talent scout announced, making me have my mouth open in shock.
"WE WON! WE WON!" Rian jumped up, hugging us. Tears were running down my face, from happiness of course.
This was the start of a whole new life, a whole new me. With Jack always by my side.
Today was the day. The whole band was bouncing back stage in excitement, watching some other band perform. If I said I was nervous, that'd be an understatement.
"You okay?" Jack asked, kissing my forehead.
"What if I mess up? It'll all be my fault." I whispered, looking into his eyes.
"Lex, i'll sing along with you if it makes you feel better." Jack gleamed, making my heart race.
"Yes please." In a couple short minutes, it was our turn to go on stage. The campers, along with talent scouts were sitting on uncomfortable folding chairs, looking quite tired of being here. At least were the last band.
"Hey, were All Time Low!" I announced into the microphone, the crowd giving my blank stares. I felt my hands getting sweaty as I played the first cord of Running From Lions.
Throughout the set, the crowd started screaming, cheering, and jumping around for us! Now it was time for Therapy, the most personal song i've written.
"Were going to slow this down for our last song." I stated, making the crowd sit back down in their chairs. Taking a deep breath, I started humming the beginning Jack having a hand on the small of my back.
My ship went down
In a sea of sound.
When I woke up alone I had everything:
A handful of moments I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.
In a city of fools,
I was careful and cool,
But they tore me apart like a hurricane...
A handful of moments I wished I could change
But I was carried away.
Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can keep all your misery.
My lungs gave out
As I faced the crowd.
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous.
I'm flesh and bone,
I'm a rolling stone
And the experts say I'm delirious.
Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can take back your misery.
Arrogant boy,
Love yourself so no one has to.
They're better off without you.
(They're better off without you.)
Arrogant boy,
Cause a scene like you're supposed to.
They'll fall asleep without you.
You're lucky if your memory remains.
Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can take back your misery.
Therapy...
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can choke on your misery.
I finished the song, silent tears running down my face.
"Thank you guys. You were a great crowd." My voice choked out, forcing a smile onto my face. We grabbed our shit and headed onto the main floor to hear the results. One talent scout will tell you things to improve on and tell you your score in the whole contest.
"Hello everyone, i'd like to thank all the bands and entered first of all. You all did amazing, but there can only be one winner." The talent scout paused, looking me in the eyes. I looked away quickly, scared of the results. We didn't pay attention to the other bands, until ours was called. Jack grabbed my hand, rubbing small circles into my palm, trying to calm my nerves.
"Whatever happens, I love you." Jack whispered into my ear, causing me to blush.
"All Time Low, i'd like to congratulated you for being our winner!" The talent scout announced, making me have my mouth open in shock.
"WE WON! WE WON!" Rian jumped up, hugging us. Tears were running down my face, from happiness of course.
This was the start of a whole new life, a whole new me. With Jack always by my side.
Notes
I'd like to thank everyone who subscribed, viewed, and messaged me about this story.This is sadly the end, with no sequel.
I will have a new Jalex story hopefully tonight or tomorrow for you guys to check out, so make sure to check that out! I'll put the link into a new chapter when I have it up.
Thank you lovelies, thank you so much for taking the time and reading this.
Lastly, i'd like to thank two people.
Heather, you are amazing. Thank you for sticking by me the whole entire story, and thank you for being an amazing friend.
Also, today on tumblr I got a wonderful message from this girly. She sent me this:
hii i just wanted to say that i read one of your atl fanfics and it was awesome and i really loved the story and your so gorgeous so yeah thats all please keep writing your fanfics i want to read them all and thanks for writing them they make my day better
Thank you lovely, that inspired me to finish up this story, and start fresh with a new one. Thank you. <3
8/28/13