Hahaha. I couldn't resist starting a new ff. I got this random idea in my head when I was watching a camp rock promo. :]
But! before I go on, I need your guys help. I would like to do it with one of the Jonas Brothers, but I also had this idea with the NEXT generation. You know like one of their kids or something. The only problem is, I'm writing the guy as an arrogant jerk type of guy and I can't imagine anyone of the Jonas Brothers as a jerk.
So, give me your preference. Next generation or present? I probably won't post the next part until I get four or five preferences.
It may sound like Camp Rock a bit. :]
This is where I'm supposed to be: Chapter 0
People never understood why I am like I am. Not that I blamed them, but they just didn't. That is why I prefer to be by myself all the time. It's easier that way. They don't have to feel obligated towards me and I don't mind being alone. It was a win win situation that my parents never understood.
This music camp means the world to me. I won't let my sight take it away from me. Just because my sight was ripped away from doesn't mean I am going to give up my dream. Music doesn't matter to them like it does for me. It's the only thing I have that makes sense anymore.
It has been two years since the accident. I'll tell you the story. It was my sophmore year in high school. The high school change had finally changed me. My face had slimmed down, leaving me actually attractive. Ivory skin, dark brown hair, and green eyes. My body filled out just right, making me thin and curvy with long legs. My dream of being a music sensation seemed just a step closer with my new confidence.
I took so much for granted. When the guy I had been crushing on finally noticed me. The high school basketball star who had no brains or anything whatsoever, he was prince charming in every girls dream. So, obviously when he asked me out, I fell head over heels and immediatly accepted.
He and his friends had made a homemade rocket which they planned on launching. It seemed harmless enough, considering that I heard he was a hard partier. So, after he drank a few beers, he lit the fuse and boom. The rocket exploded, sending the burning hot chemical straight towards my face. It damaged my eyes so much, that the doctors declared me legally blind. Meaning, my eyesight would diminsh to nothing in the next few years. Luckily the guy had the right mind to move out of town.
I'm not completely blind yet. My right eye cannot see at all while my left eye can see the outlines of things and blobs of color. The doctor gave me the strongest perscription they had, but it doesn't help at all so I don't like to wear them. I just learned Braille and to prepare myself for what happens in the future
So now, here I am. Typing in this online journal thing that my thearpist told me to load onto my computer to 'get rid of the feelings I'm holding in'. Whatever that means. She gave it to me because I'm going to the Samson Music School for summer. The school is more like a camp. It starts at the beginning of summer and ends at the start of fall. The best people in the music business started out here and came here, and this was the path I wanted to go.
Before, going into the music business was my goal. Now it is more than ever. I don't have any other choice really, going to college was going to be a bit hard without eyesight. But music is my love and I am going to do it no matter what.
