Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 1:49 am Post subject: Fastlane- Derek&Casey
So here's my new Dasey. Casey and Max have just broken up and Derek's sort of starting to give up on his crush on Sally, seeing as it's going nowhere. The setting's Toronto and that's pretty much the only background information you need to know. I don't own the show. Somehwhat inspired by the show Instant Star and the novel, Guitar Girl by Sarra Manning.
Fastlane
It all happened really fast: Casey singing a retro pop song in a small room in front of three judges, a bunch of people holding up signs with her name sprawled across, and finally her name in lights. It was so surreal that you wouldn't even believe how it started...
"What are you so... jolly about?" Casey demanded to know the moment Sam and I came in the house, laughing our heads off.
Sam, as usual, left it up to me to explain. Not that I really minded; I'm just pointing out for later how Sam still has problems talking to my step-sister. There will be a later. Cute girls intimidate Sam. Not that I think Casey's cute or anything. Just saying.
"Ralph's auditioning for this stupid rip off of Idol as a joke." I told her. "I'm just trying to picture it all. Imagine Ralph singing some outrageous pop-diddy off key in front of a bunch of people who don't know he's sucking on purpose! We just need to think of the most ridiculous song possible. Move over William Hung!" I laughed again.
Casey, not surprisingly at all, looked apalled. "You would let one of your best friends embarass himself on national television like that? How could you be so insensitive? Wait, stupid question: You're Derek!" She crossed her arms. "I'm a little bit surprised at you, Sam."
I nudged Sam and cleared my throat. He wasn't Casey's boyfriend anymore. He didn't need to listen to her if he didn't want to.
He snapped. "Oh, uh... You don't own me. Besides, Ralph's okay with it."
"Yeah," I cut in. "Because unlike some people in this room, Ralph's pretty awesome. Oh, and not afraid to take on a simple dare, either." I narrowed my eyes, knowing what was coming.
She crossed her arms. "Please, I can so take on a stupid dare. Just not one of your's. I'm not a complete moron, now."
"Give me a break! Casey, you wouldn't audition for this show even if you had a guaranteed the winning spot up on that stage."
Casey crossed her arms. "Oh yeah? Well, just you wait and see, Derek Venturi. I will audition."
She agreed to audition, which was actually the real dare given to us by Ralph. All I had to do was tell a few half-truths and I had Casey pretty much doing what I wanted her to do, she just didn't know that.
When she did audition, it surprised me they actually liked her enough to put her through. I mean Casey could sing; anyone who knew her knew that. But who knew she was good enough to have these really famous, rich music business executives tell her she had a real "sizzling hot star quality that radiated through every pore." Lame, right? Those were their exact words.
I just can't see Casey as this big star but apparently, the rest of Canada disagreed with me as she left the rest of her competition in the dust every week.
So now, here I was, cheering Casey on in the audience with the rest of he controlled chaos otherwise known as our family. We sat and listened to Casey belt out the cheesiest cover of an already cheesy and overplayed Celine Dion song.
That's basically how my step-sister went from straight-A student to Canada's sell-out success. She'd even go on to conquer the rest of North America.
Well, actually, there's more to the story. And I must admit, it's all very terribly interesting.
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You didn't have to break my heart babe, you didn't have to say a thing
Last edited by blankmind3 on Tue Feb 12, 2008 2:16 am; edited 3 times in total
Let me first tell you a little bit about Dexter Kline. He does, after all, play a very important role in both building Casey up and then tearing her down.
At first glance, Dex (what he was called by most) is your average guy: tall, average looking from another guy's point of view, and slightly built. Not too muscular, but not scrawny either. Dex wasn't like your average guy though. He had a voice and the ability to play a guitar that could possibly make Elvis jealous. He was a hell of a cool guy too. If it were up to me, the competition would have been all Dex's, but seeing as I was Casey's step-sibling, I was pretty much obligated to vote for her.
Now, Dex is probably what you'd call a heartthrob. Even after losing the competition, he had the long line of teenage girls willing to literally give up everything to see him up close and personal.
So now that you've got a general idea of Dex, we can move on to the actual story...
I remember getting so much less attention than I usually got the next day at school. All eyes and everyone's attention were on Casey. Both postive and negative attention.
"She walks around here like she owns the place now, just because she won sorry excuse for a talent show." I overheard this girl Andrea from my English class whispering to her cousin Joyce in the hall.
Joyce flipped the pink ends of her (most likely) fake blonde hair. "I know what you mean. I bet you Headliner's fixed or something. Casey's so fake. Like no one's ever seen her look before." Said the Avril Lavigne-clone as she saw Casey walk out of a classroom at the other end of the hall.
Andrea laughed, "I bet you her sexy step-brother hooked up with that judge Janis or something."
I put on a sly smile and popped up next to Andrea, leaning into her flirtatiously. "No, silly. I hooked up with your mom."
"You're such a jerk." Andrea said but she was smiling anyway. "Really, though... Doesn't she seem so stuck up about it?"
"Aw, Casey? Casey's always annoying. Besides," I said, finally starting to walk away, "she's got nothing to be stuck up about. Thank your mom for me, Andy." I winked at her and she rolled her eyes.
Most of the Casey-haters at school were jealous girls. I tried my best to stick up for her a few times. If anyone talks smack about Casey, it's me. And besides, the girl's got enough on her plate right now what with exams and recording a first single at the same time. This way she can't say I'm completely heartless and never do anything nice for her. Eh, what am I saying? By next week, I'll probably be back to my normal, anti-Casey self.
Home was just as chaotic as school. While there weren't envious but cute girls talking about how ugly Casey's clothes are and how her voice sounds like a chiuaua caugh in a mouse trap around every corner, there was Casey Mania everywhere! There was in the living room Lizzie bragging to all of her little friends about how cool her sister is and Edwin trying to sneak into Casey's room to snag some used tissues and old t-shirts to sell online.
And then there was what I like to call 'The Issue' Issue.
'The Issue' Issue occured a little bit less than a month after Casey won the first season of Headliner. The mail had come in early that Saturday and I scooped it up, checking for anything remotely interesting. Casey's management had subscribed her to a few magazines to help her stay in touch with what people are saying about other celebrities for an example of what she shouldn't do. 'The Issue' was one of these magazines. It wasn't really shocking to see her on the cover. She had, of course, just been the winner of the most popular reality show in Canada.
Out of curiousity, I opened up to Casey's photo spread in the magazine. Her management had arranged for a special photoshoot and exclusive interview with the magazine if they'd give her the cover. You know, for publicity and blah blah blah. I lost interest half-way through eavesdropping on Casey's conversation with her manager one evening after her vicorty dinner. So I open up this magazine and my jaw almost reaches the ground. Lo and behold, there was Casey in all her half-naked glory. Her face looked unsettled, like she was really uncomfortable. She was probably forced to do that. It wouldn't surprise me if she was. The music industry is scum.
Yeah. Every brother's favorite thing to look at, right? Okay, so I'm only her step-brother but it was still rather uncomfortable. And it really bothered me when I thought about how many hormonal teenagers and creepy middle-aged losers were probably getting off on these. It disgusted me.
Even though it was a rather, um, awkward situation, I also saw it as an opportunity to get Miss Perfect into a little bit of hot water. I 'casually' left the magazine open on that exact page on the coffee table and scurried off to my room. Moments later, I heard Nora yell. Let's just say Casey came home to something she wasn't used to at all.
I learned later on that day at dinner that Casey was, indeed, forced by her management to do the shoot and my dad said he'd do something about it; that they couldn't exploit a teenage girl like that. Then he said some other junk about legal matters and other smart-lawyer talk.
"I know you probably don't want to hear this, but those pics are hot." Sam told me on Monday at my locker. Great start to the week, Sammy, thanks for that.
I rolled my eyes. "Hot? More like awkward."
"Awkward for you. A dream for the rest of us." Ralph felt the need to add.
I walked away from the perv party of two and tried to concentrate on absolutely anything else. That's when I realized that even though Casey might've been on this up-and-down merry-go-round of what I knew would turn out to be betrayal and drama; this ride was going to be just as bumpy for me. _________________
You didn't have to break my heart babe, you didn't have to say a thing
Wow, that is completely awesome! Are you gonna post it on Fanfiction net? _________________ "... I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing."
She could have been original and tried turning some of her poetry into song lyrics, but no... Why not just sing some corny pop song instead? Artistic integrity, what's that? I could just picture Casey becoming the next Britney or Christina, singing songs about dancing and being Miss Hollywood and basically ignoring the concept of music.
Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if the title of the song wasn't called 'Cupid's Heart.'
I don't know why this bothered me so much. Edwin told me I was probably just jealous that Casey was going to be a famous rockstar and that I wouldn't be the coolest sibling anymore. I was pretty mad he doubted my popularity, but I was even angrier that he accused me of being jealous. Me? Jealous of Casey? Ha. The day Derek Venturi envies Casey MacDonald is the day pigs fly or whatever.
"It's a nice love song!" Casey argued when I accused her of starting to sell out.
"Ha, yeah. The song makes Hannah Montana seem profound."
Casey crossed her arms. "Whatever Derek! Like I care what you think!"
She walked away in a huff. Oh, she sooo cares what I think. She even knows it, too. I have that affect on people- especially girls and some days, even Casey can be qualified as a girl.
"Detention's over. You can all go home.." The french teacher-slash-detention officer, Madame Desjari shuffled some papers on her desk. I'd gotten detention for skipping class. We had a test and I didn't study, so it's not like I just skipped for the hell of it. "Except for Mr. Venturi. The principal would like a word with you before you leave." She said in her heavy french accent.
That was no surprised. I grabbed my notebook and walked down the hall to the principal's office. It was emptier than most days. The secretaries must have all gone home already. Principal Lassater was already waiting for me with the door open.
"Sit, Venturi." He narrowed his eyes, closing the door shut and sitting down in front of me, hands folded. "I have some news that might just shock you, even though I'm not too shocked about it at all."
I leaned back in the chair. I had a feeling I might have to endure one of his stupid speeches, so I might as well make myself comfortable, right?
"I'm afraid you''ve fallen way behind many of your peers, Mr. Venturi."
Tell me something I don't know. "Yeah. And?"
He sat up straight. "Let me tell you about the time when I let myself slack a little behind back in high school." Here comes the stupid, long speech... "I was your age, actually. I was very into heavy metal and all of that loud nonsense, believe it or not. I made friends with the wrong crowd and they somehow convinced me school was for losers. I came very close to dropping out, too. But I turned things right around in time for exams and I finished my year easily. It was like I was never corrupted at all."
"Sir, I'm not easily influenced by my peers."
"Exactly. You influence them. Anyway, the school year's almost over and you missed your English exam last week."
I sat their, waiting for him to get to the point.
"You got a zero, Mr. Venturi. Add that up with all of the Fs and Ds and you're looking at grade 11 all over again. I would let you take a restest, but for you to pass, you would need a 90 or above and frankly, I'm not sure if you'd even be able to score a 70."
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Rewind. What did he just say? "So, that's it? I have to repeat the year? Summer school's not an option?"
"Derek, I'm afraid not. With marks this low, summer school would be a waste of time. You'd still need to repeat the year." He shook his head and pulled out a manilla envelope with my name on it. "Looking at your record, I see the only class you did alright in was History and you barely passed it for the year."
I leaned over the desk and looked at my grades. Most of them were Ds and a few Fs. The only C I had was in history and damn, he was right. The actual numerical grade was pretty low for a passing grade. I passed it just by the skin of my teeth.
Failing the 11th grade was all I could think about. I'm such an idiot. When I was driving home from school to share the oh so awful news with my dad, 'The Prince' broke down. Just my luck. I was aggrovated with the car at first but as a few seconds went by, I saw that I was only upset with myself. When I got to really thinking about it, this hunk-a-junk is a metaphor for my life. Stalled, run down, stuck. How was I supposed to pull myself out of this one, I asked myself. I failed the year. That's the first time this has ever happened to me. To top it all off, I was no job less thanks to the new manager at Smelly Nelly's and his desire to take the diner into a new direction. No wonder Sally wants nothing to do with me. I'm a loser.
Thinking about all of this made my thoughts drift off to Casey; little miss perfect grades and flawless voice. Even if she wasn't this famous popstar with admirers all over the country and no one cared about what she had to stay, her future would still be set. She had her education to fall back on whereas I didn't. Universities don't want slackers who fail the 11th grade. This whole thing was a huge slap in the face, a wake up call. For the first time in my life, I was actually jealous of Casey.
"Derek, come downstairs!" I heard Casey's annoying shrill call from the livingroom. "Have I got some good news for you!"
I poked my head out of my bedroom door and shouted back. "You're finally joining the circus like a good freak?" I was just joking, of course. Well, sort of.
Her smile grew wider when I got downstairs. Sam and Ralph were behind her, smiling with their big, stupid grins.
"What do you want? This hasn't been my day."
She frowned a bit but the happiness in her eyes didn't fade. "So I've heard. I'm sorry. But what if I tell you I can possibly make your month, maybe year?"
"I'd tell you you're insane." I crossed my arms.
"Well, I go on my summer tour in just a month in a half and I've been having this battle with the label for awhile on who should back me up instrumentally. So, how about D-Rock?" She suggested.
The guys were now by my side, begging me to say yes. I rolled my eyes. "No need to beg." I sighed and shoved my hands into my pockets. "I can't turn down that offer now, can I?"
Casey squealed and threw her arms around me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
There was no way we were her first choice. She'd probably just do anything to avoid having some middle-aged dudes follow her around all summer. Either than or the parents had something to do with it. Whichever it was, it didn't matter. It was an opportunity to prove to myself that I wasn't worthless and I wasn't going to turn that down for anything.
"Let's go out and celebrate. On me! Well, on Janelle but still." She laughed.
Janelle Johnston was her manager and publicist. Let's just say what she lacked in politeness, she made up for with her looks. She had to be the most attractive 30-something I ever layed my eyes upon. For awhile, Nora wanted to be Casey's "mom-ager" but the lable convinced her it was a bad idea.
Using nothing but her smile and popularity, Casey was able to get us into one of those over-21 clubs. The music was great, the atmosphere was amazing, and the soda pop was awesome. Yeah, I said soda. Apparently the label also owns the club, so Casey wasn't able to get us alcohol but I wasn't complaining. I had something to do in the summer; something to look forward to again. If the whole rockstar thing works out, I don't ever need to worry about college. I can just waste the rest of my life standing behind my step-sister on stage and rock out every night. That was something I could be good at; something I knew I wouldn't screw up on.
And strangely enough, I owe it all to Casey. _________________
You didn't have to break my heart babe, you didn't have to say a thing
Great chapter! The insights on Derek is so wonderfully written. I love it ! _________________ "... I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing."
The first time I met Anderson Waters, I thought he was a secretary at Plat'num Records. If you didn't guess, that's the name of Casey's record label. Well, it wasn't Casey's, it really belonged to Phil-Will (his real name's Phil Williams but he hates that), but you still get the picture, right?
Anyway, Anderson was a thin black man and had black-framed glasses with extremely thin lenses. At first glance, you would think he's a librarian- his shirts are always wrinkle-free and he almost always wears khakis. He's really not the geek he seems to be at all; he's the only person I've met in the music industry that wasn't only after making money off of my step-sister. He was her producer and it really was all about the music for him; not so much about the money. Anderson was even the first person to convince Casey to donate at least 15% of her profits to a charity of her choice.
"If you need a selfish reason to do it, which you shouldn't, but if you did, it would make you feel like a better person in the long run. Fame is going to tear you apart and the money is going to get to your head. You should always know your limits and have a balance." He told her.
I was there when this little speech was given and actually found it to be kind of interesting; it was the day Casey had brought D-Rock to Plat'num to convince the big cheese, Phil-Will, that we'd be good for Casey. We'd be exactly what Casey needs for a slightly edgier sound, he said. And edgy was good. "Edgy is in."
But like I said, Andy's words stayed with me, even though they were aimed at Casey at that time. My point is that in my opinion, Anderson was a great person. I couldn't say the same for Phil-Will or Janelle. All Anderson wanted was for Casey's music to sound just right and for the fame to not go to her head. (I forgave him for thinking 'Cupid's Heart' was a decent song.) He reminded me a little bit of Paul, sometimes. I mean, I could just picture Casey going to him for advice when Paul wasn't around.
"...My face on the billboards just isn't enough, So come on and show me, show me some love" Casey sang and blew a kiss at the audience. The crowd literally filled almost every corner of the mall. Dexter, the second runner-up was also performing, so that did explain the vast majority of teenage girls. He was still able to get a record deal with some other label, in case you're wondering.
Never in my life would I be able to sing in front of a crowd that huge. It was nerve-wracking enough just to stand up there and play.
This 'two-day only' mall show, our first real gig, felt like it lasted much longer than two days. Whether it was because the mall was packed or because tons of people wanted to talk to us about Casey's favorite things, I don't know. All I do know is I've never heard (or used) Casey's name so many times in just one weekend.
"Dude, that feeling's officially better than anything." I laughed after our first performance.
"What?" Sam asked, playing stupid.
"He means being up there. Even though the applaud wasn't for us." Ralph said.
Sam scoffed. "What do you mean? Of course it was for us!"
"Yeah," I added. "The crowd may think it was all Casey, but without us, she wouldn't have sounded like that."
"True. I guess we are pretty awesome."
I laughed again. "Pretty awesome? Nahh, dude... We're the shit."
The morning after the mall shows were done, there was a really loud at our front door that woke me up since I had to be the genius and sleep on the couch. Strangely, no one else seemed to be home, so it was up to me to get the door. There was a bald man holding about 4 heart-shaped balloons and a huge teddy bear. He handed me the things silently and shoved a mechanical clipboard thing under my nose, telling me to sign for it. I scribbled my name down so sloppily, it looked like Marti signed it for me.
The bear took up most of the doorway, I had to actually work a little bit to get it in. I wondered who it was for and who it could be from. Then I saw that the bear had a big card attatched to its paw. Casey's name was written on it neatly. For a second, I debated whether I should respect her privacy and ignore it or not. Being me, I didn't think twice and opened up the card carefully, reading it quickly, even though I was convinced I was home alone.
It read:
Smile: it makes my rainy day
When I call out, don't look away
You're everything that's on my mind
I think about you all the time
And if I gave my heart to you,
Would you trust me with your heart, too?
-Dex
Seeing Dexter's name there practically made me laugh my guts out. Dex wrote that? That corny, cheesy thing that really shouldn't be qualified as a poem? It was a pretty good pick up line if you're working with one of those girls who dig sensitive guys, I'll give him that, but really... I've never read something so cheesy in my life.
I heard footsteps coming from upstairs and shoved the card back into the elastic slot on the bear's paw. I jumped back on to the couch and turned the TV on and pretending I was interested in some Frosted Flakes commercial.
A yawn came from the other side of the room followed by a gasp. "What's all this?" Casey asked?
I shrugged and looked at her. "Just came. It's for you, I think."
She smiled from ear-to-ear. "This is so cute!" She took the card and read it. "Oh, my God!"
"What is it?" I asked innocently.
She swooned and I could see her cheeks start to turn a light pink.
"Aw, is Casey blushing? Who's it from?"
"Dexter Kline!" She swooned again. "He's so sweet. Yesterday, he kept trying to flirt with me, but I told him I wasn't looking for a boyfriend right now." She went on, "But how can I say no now?" She didn't sound to upset about it. "Oh, forget my no dating rule! He's too cute! I can't believe he likes me."
"Okay, so not interested." Why was she telling me this?
"I'm going to cute myself up and give him a call."
I laughed. "You need to be cute to make a phone call?" Wow, girls are really weird.
"No, I'm going to see if he has time to hang out later. I just so happen to have the day off. And- Why am I even telling you this?"
Exactly what I want to know. I turned my attention back to a cereal ad on TV.
"Well, off I go." Casey said merrily.
"Fascinating." I sighed and changed the channel to another cereal commercial. Geez, what is it with cereal this morning?
Four days later, at exactly noon, Dex officially asked Casey to be his girlfriend. How do I know? Only because he was all Casey talked about for the rest of the week. Normally, I didn't hear much about her new boyfriends, but I guess now that I lived with her, went to school with her, and worked with her I was around her 24/7. Lucky me. The relationship had just started and was already begining to get on my nerves more than when she dated my best friend. _________________
You didn't have to break my heart babe, you didn't have to say a thing
Cool! Cant wait to read more! _________________ "... I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing."
"The food is great, Ms. MacDonald." Dex complimented Nora on her lasagna. "Absolutely delicious. I haven't had a home cooked meal in the longest time, so this is awesome."
"Surely your mother makes meals like this for you." My dad said. This was followed by an "ow," so my best guess is that Nora kicked him under the table for asking.
"My mother never cooks, so no. She worked a lot. Still does." He said and ended that conversation there. "So, uh, Casey and I had a photoshoot today. You guys will be blown away when the pictures came out. She looked amazing, as always." He said, trying his best to win some major brownie points for sweetness.
But she did look great, actually. D-Rock was there for a few pictures. The photographer thought a few pictures with the band would make her a little more 'real' and hoped a few attractive guys would add more fans on the Casey MacDonald bandwagon. I don't know what was so different about today, but there was something about the way Casey's soft curls framed her face perfectly that actually made me noticed she was incredibly gorgeous. I always thought she was pretty, but today was different. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something was there.
It was temporary, whatever it was. Because that didn't matter at the moment.
"Really?" Casey tilted her head and poked her lasagna. "I felt like my hair was a complete disaster."
"I'm sure the pictures are just beautiful, Casey." Nora told her daughter, who just sighed.
"It's your job to say that!"
Dex smiled at her. "You really worry too much. You looked amazing."
"It's kind of your job to say that, too."
I spoke up, but did not take my eyes off my plate. "You looked good."
Where did that come from?
I peeked at her out of the corner of my eye and saw a small smile spread across her face. "Thank you, Derek." Her voice was light-hearted and she had this sweet tone in her voice; like the tone she uses on Dex when he says something nice about her clothes. It was something really unsual to hear when she was talking to me.
Something even more unusual was that I kind of... Liked it.
School was always like a boot camp for me and knowing I failed the 11th grade kind of made it all harder, but at the same time, a little bit easier. I hated knowing and I hated even more that everyone else knew. As if I wasn't already stupid enoug, right? Whatever.
But what the same time, I still had this amazing summer ahead of me. That made school bearable; knowing I got to be a part-time rockstar. Yeah, I made a big mistake, but how many kids get to go to a concert every night? How many kids get to be the concert?
That, for now, was enough for me.
When I got home later on the next day, no one else was home. I was slowly starting to get used to this. Scratch that, Casey was home too. Well, I was getting used to that too.
I heard her singing from up in her room. I didn't recognize the tune. Her album wasn't quite done yet, so maybe it was something new.
I decided to ignore my homework and stepped into her room. She didn't notice I was there at first.
"...I'm just to shy and... And ugh! I'm just to shy." She sang and then ripped a sheet of paper out of her notebook, crumbling it up and tossing it to the side. There was a small mountain of paper balls growing by her desk.
"A smile and wave," She started again and whispered other words to herself while scribbling things down.
I crept over to her desk and peeked over her shoulder.
"What do you want?" She said without even turning around.
"What are you writing?" I wondered.
She shut her notebook and turned around to look at me, an annoyed expression on her face.
"Do me a favor: Leave me alone."
"That's mean to say to your favorite sibling!"
She made a face and crossed her arms. "Step-sibling. If I were biologically related to you, God help me! I think I'd shoot myself."
"Now, now. We could do without the harshness." We could. What was with the bitch mode today? With the whole friendly act we had going on for awhile, I must admit this little attitude she was giving me stung a little.
She didn't reply. She turned around in her seat and tapped her pen on her desk a few times, ignoring me. She opened her notebook back to the page she was writing on before.
"I can't write a decent song." She complained just as I was about to leave. Her voice was soft again, the way it was the night before at dinner.
And it felt kind of nice, again. Just like it did last night.
I walked over to her desk again and took a seat on the wooden desk top. I took the notebook. There was only about one verse on the paper.
With a smile and a wave,
You whisper goodbye
I would ask you to stay
But I guess I'm too shy
That's where it ended.
I raised an eyebrow. "It's not that bad. Just continue it. You thought of that, you could think of more. It's fine." It was little too "sad" or whatever for my taste, but it was decent. I don't know what Casey's talking about.
She shrugged. "I get stuck there." She told me. "It's like, 'Okay, now what? Am I too shy to continue writing the song, too?'"
I laughed. "Write how you feel or whatever. All of that happy poop."
"I can't! You see, this is what I get for trying to be 'real' and write my own music. I can't believe I begged Anderson to let me write a few songs."
"If you want, I can write the music after you finish up the lyrics." I said.
I thought it was pretty cool that she was finally going to write her own songs instead of singing somebody else's crap.
"Really?" Her face lit up. "Derek, you're the best! Can you help with the lyrics too?"
"Pushing it. Think of it as poetry."
"Okay, thanks anyway. You rock!"
Oh, don't I just? _________________
You didn't have to break my heart babe, you didn't have to say a thing
Aww... How sweet! Derek is gonna write her song with her? _________________ "... I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing."
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I liked how Derek dared casey to do it. I can see it happening on the show! PMS. 
