Behind the Outlaw Tattoo
Chapter 1
p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000; min-height: 14.0px} span.s1 {font-kerning: none} I sighed as I ran my fingers through my red hair. I have to give Selena a new song before June, and I only have a few months until that day. I sighed and looked at my phone.
*Sel- Hey darling! I'm coming over to talk about the new song!*
Great. She's coming over and I have nothing yet.
Maybe I shouldn't be so harsh on myself. In fact, Sel will understand how difficult this is. It isn't always easy to write something down. I guess I will start writing about my life experiences. But I barely lived, so that isn't much of an option. I sighed. What kind of song writer can't write a song?"
I grabbed my laptop and went on google.
Let's see now. What can I look up.
Maybe she can do a cover of an old song. Or, she could talk about self love. Yeah.
I grabbed a pen and notebook and started to write.
"I wouldn't wanna be anybody else.
You made me insecure
Told me I wasn't good enough
But who are you to judge."
As soon as I ended those words, Selena arrived. She knocked on my apartment door and I quickly ran to open it.
"Sel!" I giggled as i hugged her.
"Hey babygirl!" She hugged back.
"Sorry I didn't answer your text, i was writing some lyrics." I smiled.
"No problem! Let's see what you have so far." She smiled and walked towards my desk. I handed her my notebook, and she looked at the four lines I had written.
"Well, it seems good for a start." She giggled. I laughed nervously.
"It's about self love, and yeah." I smiled softly.
"Well, let's finish it." She smiled. I nodded.
At the end of the day, we finished writing the song.
"Well, I have to go to a party. Will you come along?" She asked.
"I-I-I. I don't think so, Sel."
"Come on Esther, you need to get out there." She smiled.
"I know Sel, but. I can’t .”
“Why not?”
Social anxiety.
“Work is keeping me up.”
Liar.
“Come on, you’re coming along with me.”
“Where are we going anyways?” I groaned.
