I know this really isn't the best, but it was the best I could do in 45 minutes. If anyone knows the story of Don Quixote, then you know that he tries, but just gives up at the end. This was a spanish project I recently did.
-Don't be to rough on me.....
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7:00pm, it was the exact time “Hannah Montana” came on. Rodger Allen had set his alarm clock for the show every night, and tonight would prove to be no different. His alarm clock echoed through the house before his hand came down on it with excited force. In another split second he was out of bed and pouncing on the couch. Flicking the TV on with the remote he turned to look at the clock, 7:01, a full minute had passed. Rodgers head whipped back to face the TV, just in time to see the end of “Hannah Montana’s” theme song. With a grateful smile he leaned back in his seat, anxious to see the new episode.
Rodger wasn’t the type of guy most people would think loved “Hannah Montana”. He loved the way she performed, she had the perfect voice. He was more like the type that would watch wrestling and act like they ate nails for breakfast, but he wasn’t. He had blonde hair so light it was almost white and a tough demeanor with a tall figure. Rodger was different, and lately he’d been thinking about “Hannah Montana” a little too much. Being 16 never stopped him from watching the show, but he was getting tired of all his friends making fun of him.
At that very moment a strange idea clawed its way into Rodger’s head. What if he could get away from all of this? What if there was a way he could make his friends pay for being mean, what if he could prove them wrong? 7:30, the show was over and he leaped to his feet, but instead of going back to bed like he did every other night, he stood there in the middle of his living room. He was thinking. Rodger’s face scrunched up into a sly smile, what if he could be a star just like Hannah Montana?
“That’s it,” he thought out loud. He paced back to his bedroom with the new found idea that tomorrow would be a completely different day.
The next day, Sunday, Rodger was getting ready to put his plan into action. If he was going to be a star he would need a new wardrobe. He dug through his closet only to find an old pair of his sisters glittering blue gaucho pants and a bandana that reminded him of 50 cent. He threw on a t-shirt with the outfit he had newly acquired and thought he looked rather handsome. In truth he looked outdated- completely outdated. Now that he had his glamorous new outfit, he would need a microphone. Rodger ducked out of his closet and down the hall to his little sister’s room. She was going to be gone all that day at a friend’s house. He opened the door to her pink little world inside and headed straight for her toy chest. It was already open and her toy microphone was at the top of the pile. He grabbed it, it was silver with sequins all over it but it would have to do.
Rodger ran from the room, slipped his black sandals on and darted out the front door. He was going to find a band. He lived in an apartment, and his neighbor next door had three children that could be his drummer, guitarist, and keyboardist. He knocked two times before the door flew open. A wide eyed lady stared at him for a minute before blinking.
“Hi, I’m your neighbor, Rodger,” he offered his hand to shake. She examined him carefully, Rodger stood there looking confused, with his hand still outstretched. Another painfully awkward minute passed before she shook his hand quickly then pulled her hand back.
“I know who you are; I’m Cynthia Cobalt. What an interesting outfit you’re wearing.”
“Thank you Cynthia, you may have the job of my agent. I would also like your children to be in my band!” She gasped at him.
“Of course NOT! They’re only ten, eight, and seven!” Cynthia slammed the door in Rodger’s face. It looked like he would have to take the hard path to stardom. At least the situation had only taken a minute, and he had plenty of time to get other stuff accomplished.
Outside the apartment complex Rodger made his way to Rocker’s Hideout. Rocker’s Hideout was the club him and his friends always went to. Another idea came to him. What if he could get a gig to sing at the club, his friends and everyone else would get a chance to see him sing before he became a superstar? He walked through the doors of the familiar club and glided over to the bartender. The bartender was a nice guy with dark brunette hair.
“Excuse me, sir. I was wondering if I could speak to the manager of this club.”The bartender glanced at him.
“Well, boy, you’re looking at him.”
“Oh…..um…..I want to sing in the club, today, right now.”Rodger said with a nervous squeak. People were already filing into the club.
“Sure. Why not? Let’s see what you’ve got kid.” He looked at Rodger with a sincere smile, “Just tell the DJ what song you’re going to sing.”Rodger nodded then walked nervously across the already full club to the DJ. He was putting away records.
“I’ll be singing tonight and…an-and t-the song I chose was Nobody’s perfect by Hannah Montana!”The DJ let out a small giggle but he nodded.
Rodger didn’t have to wait long before an announcer came onto the stage and introduced him. He took his sister’s microphone out of his pocket, but the guy next to him snatched it with a glare then pushed him on stage. The spotlight shined directly at him, blinding him from seeing the audience. Complete silence swept over the room.
“Sing already!” Someone shouted at him after a few minutes from the audience. He walked over to the microphone and clutched it for dear life. Hannah Montana’s tune turned on, but no words would come out of his mouth.
“BOO!” People were shouting at him, he couldn’t take it. He had never given much thought to stage fright. Rodger sprinted off stage, out the door and was half way home by the time he stopped to catch his breath. He tore his bandana from his head and leaned against the outside of his apartment complex. It was no use; people would make fun of him as long as he was different, and he would forever love the show “Hannah Montana.”He walked back to his apartment. He was giving up. He just wasn’t meant to be a star.
