Post by lizz on Jun 18, 2009 16:28:43 GMT -5
this is our decision to live fast and die young !
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]Heart races, it doesn’t skip a beat, never skips a beat. The thrill of the stage, the energy of a crowd, the fanatic cries pressed against loose lips praising your name. It never gets old, never dies out. The dream of a rock star.
After all the tears, the drama, the heartaches, the bad times, and the good, only two bands rose above the rest and showed fans exactly what they had to offer. But after all is said and done, is it enough? Will it be enough to get them fame?
Oh, if only they knew. If they thought that the past was a struggle, nothing will be quite like what’s to come next. They won’t know what hit them.
Time to pack your bags, ladies and gentleman, a new tour has come into town. Load up those instruments, leave those secrets behind, maybe those herpes, too, and bring along as many groupies as you can. Oh right, don't forget those morals!
New bands, faces, rivalries, places, and friendships. It's only a matter of time. Temptation, baby. It grasps seductively at your soul, and won't let go. Not easily, anyways. Friends become enemies, enemies become lovers, relationships lost, others found. Betrayal, scandal, lust, envy, hey, they're infamous all and in themselves. Guess the instruments weren't the only things you packed.
Is it worth it? The dizzying fame and the fortune. The stolen kisses, and hearts you'll leave behind. This is a tour, it better be worth it.
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