How to be a Rock Star

By: Dangerous-Angel84

Disclaimer: I did not write “Hanging by a Moment”, Neither did Izzy….I think Lifehouse did. If they didn’t…I don’t know who did. I just know that I didn’t write it.

Prologue: Meet Izzy

My name is Isabelle Carter. My friends know me as Iz, my family knows me as Belle, and my fans…my fans know me as Izzy. Yeah, see….I’m kind of famous.

I started singing when I was young, I mean…with a Rock Star father you kind of start young. My dad taught me everything about guitars, notes, and singing. But because of his constant touring and tabloid rumors, he and my mom got a divorce a couple years after he had become famous.

When I entered the music business a couple of years ago, he tried to use his popularity to get my career started. Of course, I wouldn’t let him. I told him I wanted to make music on my own terms and that meant he would have no part in it. He had a stage name, so nobody knew we were related.

(My mom was one to keep us kids out of the public eye.)

About a year ago my career sky-rocketed. My single reached number one on the charts and stayed there for about three months. Yeah, I know…a long time. My next single did almost the exact same thing. Every single after that actually…. So, apparently it was no surprise when I won best new artist at the Grammys that year.

I think the biggest shocker is what came next…but we don’t have to get into that right now. What is important is what is happening now. I’m starting to record my new album, signed to another label. I was getting a new producer, and I was a tabloid sweetheart as of now.

Right now I am going into the recording studio of my new label. I’m supposed to meet my new producer today. I’ve heard many things about him. How great of a producer he is…he apparently gave one of the America Idols a number one hit. I never heard exactly who…but, hey, there has only been one American Idol who has really made it in the pop world and since this label is only for Pop and Rock…I’m putting my money on Kelly Clarkson.

As soon as I opened the doors it felt like everyones' eyes went to me. I knew they heard the rumors…how I ruthlessly dropped the label that had made me famous…then fired my producer because he asked me out on a date. Gosh, even the music industry believes this tabloid crap.

“Izzy Carter, you’re finally here!” I heard a female voice say.

“Yes, I am.” I said happily to Claire, the owner of the label.

“Well, Ryan isn’t here yet…he probably won’t be here for a while, he likes to be late.”

“You let him get away with it?” I asked her…that would have never went over at my old label.

“Well, when he’s my best producer…I kind of have to.” She said in return.

“Speak of the devil…”

I turned towards the door. Then my breath suddenly stopped. The guy that had just walked in couldn’t be my producer…producers aren’t supposed to be that hot.

“Handsome, isn’t he?”

“Uh…he’s okay.” was my oh-so intelligent answer.

She smiled as if she could read my face and know what was running through my mind at that moment. Which made my face turn red because I know what was running through my mind should not go through the mind while staring at your new producer. There were lips, and hands running through hair, clothes coming off, and hands roaming up and down his bare chest. Like I said…not things that should be running though your mind while staring at your new producer. Now I felt dirty.

“Ryan Quincy, meet your new artist. Isabelle Carter.”

“I prefer to be called Iz.”

“Whatever.” He repiled bitterly.

Okay, that daydream of him with no shirt on and hands roaming, Over! How can he be so rude!? I mean, I just met the guy and he already acts as if I am the spawn of satan.

“Ryan…” Claire warned him.

“Uh…well, anyway. I have some songs with me if you want to look over them…” I said, trying to start a civil conversation.

“We don’t start recording until tomorrow. Why don’t you run off and take a tour of the studio or something. Okay, kid?”

“I’m not a kid…I’m 20 years old. About a month and half and I will be 21!”

“Whatever, just get going. We aren’t recording today.” He looked at me from the corner of his eye.

Okay, seriously this guy was making me angry. I could see Claire looking at him as if she was about to knock him unconscious with something that would hurt. Knowing he was about to get a lashing, I decided to listen to him. And also, I didn’t want him to hate me anymore. I mean, the guy was making me angry, but he was hot and I was hoping somehow I would get on his good side.

“Fine, I’ll just go look around.”

He looked at me as if he wasn’t expecting me to say that. I smiled and walked off. Of course, I didn’t get far enough away from the room before I heard a loud masculine voice say something.

“I can’t work with her Claire! She’s spoiled…haven’t you heard the rumors about her?”

“They’re just rumors Ryan! She’s the nicest girl I know.”

“Yeah, until something doesn’t go her way and she fires you!”

“You don’t know that Ryan, maybe there was something deeper there.”

“I doubt it. I think Daddy spoiled her to get whatever she wanted and now she thinks that anybody is going to do that for her. Like a friggen Paris Hilton, only the Rock edition.”

“So…you think she rocks?”

“Don’t change the subject. I want another artist. Anyone but her.”

“Nobody else would take her.”

I really couldn’t spy anymore. These things were really starting to hurt. I mean, these people hate me. Why did they even sign me if nobody was going to produce me?

After a while, I went back to the room to find only Claire.

“Iz, you’re back. Good. So, we can make arrangements for tomorrow.”

“I’m still recording even if I don’t have a producer?”

“Uh…you have one…Ryan.”

“I just figured…I don’t think he likes me very much.”

“Ryan is just…Ryan. He has his opinions even if they are wrong. Nobody can talk him out of it.”

I nodded and we made arrangements to start working and recording for the next day.

-The Next day-

To say I was nervous was an understatement. I mean, after he had been such a jerk yesterday…and that was just talking to me…not to mention the conversation I just happened to spy on…I was very nervous about recording with Ryan. I figured he would ignore me and my CD was going to be crap because my producer just wanted to get away from me.

So I was a little surprised when we started recording. I could see Ryan through the window when he pushed the button and said something I wasn’t expecting.

“Okay Isabelle. I want you to sing a little part of a song. It doesn’t have to be one of yours, I just want to hear how your voice sounds.”

I agreed and started strumming my guitar to my favorite song, “Hanging By A Moment”.

I’m falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all I’ve held onto

I’m standing here until you make me move

Hanging by a Moment here with you.

“Good…good. Okay, now, we don’t have your band yet. Claire is auditioning like crazy. Didn’t you have another band at your other label?”

“Uh yeah…”

“What…did they get fired too?”

Okay…let on the rude side again…

“No…they quit.”

I think I could read his lips to say, ‘wish I could’, but I was going to ignore it.

“Okay, do you have a song that you can play?”

“Most of my songs are ones that I can play.”

“Why don’t you sing one for me then.”

“Okay…”

I started strumming to one of my songs.

People are all around me

But still none know me

I’m alone in this world but I’m okay

I try to let them see me

Some say they want to be me

But I just turn my head and look away

They only see the girl they want to see

Although there is no guarantee

That I necessarily agree

About who is really the true me

I’m not that girl they say I am

Nobody should believe them

I’ll prove I’m not a liar

And throw all those lies into the fire

I wrote the song about the rumors, the tabloids, everything that people said I was and I wasn’t. I dared to look up at my producer and I could tell he knew. He knew that I was singing about the rumors. I was saying none of them were true.

“So, you wrote that…”

“Yeah..”

“It’s pretty good.”

“I know.”

Then he smiled at me.

“It should be your first single.”

I think Ryan Quincy and I were going to get along great.

AN:

So there is the Prologue. Just kind of introducing you to some of the are still a lot I haven't even mentioned. I'm not a very funny person, but I will try and make the story as funny as I can. At least I'll put in things I think is funny. My lyrics are not very good...and I know that. So please, don't hate on the story just because the writer sucks at writing...lyrics. The story isn't the greatest either, but please...no mean reviews.

I'll get Izzy to beat you up with her guitar if you do...

Kidding...but seriously, I could get a violin, which would be easier to swing...and then you'll be sorry.

By the way, if you get confused, which is understandable...I know what I see in my head, but I don't realize other people can't see in my head to know what I mean...So...Song Lyrics are italicized. Iz's thoughts are just plain text and dialogue is in quotation marks. Okay? If there are any questions, just ask.

Well, there is the Prologue, I hope you enjoyed it. There will be more to come!

Dangerous-Angel84