"It's you and me against the world. That's what you said, that's what you said. If you can't be honest with me, then I'm afraid this is the end. Hurry Up, hurry up. If you ever really cared about me. Tell the truth, give it up. You sound guilty, cause you're stuttering." I couldn't believe that after all I've been through, after after all I've done, my dream finally came true. I got to sing my songs that I wrote, for people everywhere around the world.

After all that I've seen, all that I suffered through, you think I'd be dead or worse. But ever since I left him my life has been nothing but better. I still couldn't believe how bad he had hurt me. I still couldn't believe he had done that. He had hurt me more than my parents did, more then my brother did. He even did it without a second thought. But why should he continue to plague my mind? He's supposed to be out of my mind for good. He's supposed to be gone for good. I should just pay attention to the task as hand and sing to the crowd in front of me. So as I sang, I sand my heart out, or what was left of it.

"I'm about to loose my crowd went wild as soon as I finished that single line, I couldn't help but smile as they screamed my name and shouted out in joy. "You've been gone for so long, I'm running out of time. I need a doctor. Call me a doctor. I need a doctor, doctor," as soon as I finished that line, the crowd once again went wild, and I knew why, my mentor, Eminem, just rose up through the center of the stage with our producer, Dr. Dre, standing beside him. "To bring me back to life"

"I told the world one day I would pay it back. Say it on tape, and lay it, record it so that I could play it back..." I" zoned out after that because once he came to my mind, it took a while to forget about him. But I did manage to sing all the right words at all the right times.

And before I knew it, it was time to sin his song, the once I wrote for him after he made it clear he didn't want me. I didn't even singing the first verse of the song, but as soon as the chorus came out, i started hearing the words as I sang them. "I tried it your way, but I've got nothing to show. It's been the same, same and the story's getting old. So I guess the driveway will be the end of the road for us it's too late, let the credits start to roll."

When I finished that line I had spotted Bryan. My twin. Fuck. If Bryan was here then so was he. Even, though I didn't want to admit it, I searched for him as I sang, "A lot to say but not today. Let the radio take the silence as we drive. A kiss goodbye, not this time, don't remember what about this song, I ever liked. You know, nothing hurts like loosing." I spotted him, and he knew it to. He grinned and winked at me, and that pissed me off. Who did he think he was? Coming to watch me perform. He was the person who had managed to break me.

So as I sang, I sang to him, not yet making eye-contact with him, but still singing each and every word to him."When you know I'm already gone. Except for the pain of choosing to hold to long. I tried it your way, but I've got nothing to show. It's been the same, same and the story's getting old. So I guess the driveway, will be the end of the road for us it's too late, let the credits start to roll."

Now, still singing to him, I made eye-contact, staring him down. "I thought maybe we were getting somewhere, but we're still nowhere at all. I watched your tail lights fading, I tried but a tear won't fall. I remember to know love and have it taken away. Can't think of what I learned right now, but I'll be thanking you someday." I sang the chorus again and by then he was pissed. He knew this song was about him and he didn't like it. But I didn't care. He could kiss my ass. "Let the credits start to roll. So I guess the driveway will be the end of the road, be the end of the road." Dom, could suck it.

A/N: The songs I used are listed in order below:

Stuttering by Fefe Dobson

I Need A Doctor by Dr. Dre ft. Eminem and Skylar Grey

Driveway by Miley Cyrus

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