Post by Maxi Muffin on Sept 17, 2003 8:34:30 GMT -5
Me n hana are writing a fanfic, its from jays point of view and....erm thats about it lol so heres the first bit
Its December 2004 and our 11th single has just flopped into the charts at number 23.
Today the music charts are over run with rap and R n B sounds, you either make it into the top 5, or your clasped as a flop act. Our single before this didn’t do much better either reaching a number 11 in the charts. Things have been looking bad for a while now. After our 3rd consecutive tour we lost a lot of fans to a new age of music that we were not keeping up with. Record sales dropped and fan respect and loyalty dithered. Things for the future of s club 8 are not looking good.
January 2004
There has been a meeting scheduled today for ages now. Infact the day after we found out just how many records we had sold for our 11th single we got a phone call.
I’m walking along a small street on my way to the meeting. I have been staying with family in London and fancy the walk. Since the phone call I have only been out with the boys and passed Hannah and Stacey once. We agreed to have some space apart until the meeting. That was another thing, there had been a lot of arguments between us lately. Mainly the girls vs the boys, things just weren’t the same any more. When we first got together we were with each other 24/7 but people do eventually get on peoples nerves and this was no exception.
I cross the street and see some builders working on an extension as I walk past them I hear one of them call something to me. Thinking I might know them i stop and turned back to look at them foolishly. Im greeted with several rude gestures and harsh words. It amazing how cruel people can be, im only 15 yet people treat me like an adult. We have been acting a lot older since our image change back in 2003, we were making our own decisions and we even tried a bit of song writing. It was great being independent but sometimes I just wanted to curl up and let everyone else do the work while I was stuck in a small bubble where nothing could harm me. Like harsh words. I ignore the builders and carry on walking. My legs begin to ache a bit, I havent danced in nearly a month, I havent even tried, I just wanted to stop and take a look at life. Things had been spinning so fast non stop since that first audition back when I was 12. Now looking at things from outwards in, the thought of it all stopping so suddenly was scary, yet refreshing.
I stop walking and come to a bus stop, leaning on the plastic shelter I puff. This was a stupid idea, the walk is so long, I should of known I cudnt handle it. I ran my finger up and down the time table, there wasn’t another bus going my way for a while, I check the time, I still hav a while before I hav to be there so I perch myself on the small cold bench and watch the cars roar past.
I’m in a dream land, thinking about the past and the future when I feel a small tap on my shoulder. I snap out my dream and a girl of about 17 is stood in front of me.
“Sorry did you say something?” I ask
She looks at me and smiles
“I’m a big fan, can I have your autograph” My heart takes a leap as I think this could be my last autograph. She shoves a picture of myself under my nose along with a pen. I sign it and hand it back trying to smile. She thanks me and walks off across the road.
I sigh and continue to wait for the bus
Its December 2004 and our 11th single has just flopped into the charts at number 23.
Today the music charts are over run with rap and R n B sounds, you either make it into the top 5, or your clasped as a flop act. Our single before this didn’t do much better either reaching a number 11 in the charts. Things have been looking bad for a while now. After our 3rd consecutive tour we lost a lot of fans to a new age of music that we were not keeping up with. Record sales dropped and fan respect and loyalty dithered. Things for the future of s club 8 are not looking good.
January 2004
There has been a meeting scheduled today for ages now. Infact the day after we found out just how many records we had sold for our 11th single we got a phone call.
I’m walking along a small street on my way to the meeting. I have been staying with family in London and fancy the walk. Since the phone call I have only been out with the boys and passed Hannah and Stacey once. We agreed to have some space apart until the meeting. That was another thing, there had been a lot of arguments between us lately. Mainly the girls vs the boys, things just weren’t the same any more. When we first got together we were with each other 24/7 but people do eventually get on peoples nerves and this was no exception.
I cross the street and see some builders working on an extension as I walk past them I hear one of them call something to me. Thinking I might know them i stop and turned back to look at them foolishly. Im greeted with several rude gestures and harsh words. It amazing how cruel people can be, im only 15 yet people treat me like an adult. We have been acting a lot older since our image change back in 2003, we were making our own decisions and we even tried a bit of song writing. It was great being independent but sometimes I just wanted to curl up and let everyone else do the work while I was stuck in a small bubble where nothing could harm me. Like harsh words. I ignore the builders and carry on walking. My legs begin to ache a bit, I havent danced in nearly a month, I havent even tried, I just wanted to stop and take a look at life. Things had been spinning so fast non stop since that first audition back when I was 12. Now looking at things from outwards in, the thought of it all stopping so suddenly was scary, yet refreshing.
I stop walking and come to a bus stop, leaning on the plastic shelter I puff. This was a stupid idea, the walk is so long, I should of known I cudnt handle it. I ran my finger up and down the time table, there wasn’t another bus going my way for a while, I check the time, I still hav a while before I hav to be there so I perch myself on the small cold bench and watch the cars roar past.
I’m in a dream land, thinking about the past and the future when I feel a small tap on my shoulder. I snap out my dream and a girl of about 17 is stood in front of me.
“Sorry did you say something?” I ask
She looks at me and smiles
“I’m a big fan, can I have your autograph” My heart takes a leap as I think this could be my last autograph. She shoves a picture of myself under my nose along with a pen. I sign it and hand it back trying to smile. She thanks me and walks off across the road.
I sigh and continue to wait for the bus