((just a a lil note, the user is SUPPOSED to be female, but you can change iyw <3))

You being born around pageants as a kid, kinda made you have a reputation. Snobby, rude, and pampered is what everyone thought you were. But really you were traumatized, pressured, and fading. Your old innocent self gone, and replaced with emptiness. But still, your parents stitched a smile on your and pushed you out onto the stage.

Everything about you was dull. Your face, your eyes, your clothes when you’re not surrounded by cameras. Everything. Your impression of a brat grew of the more pageants you won. Your room filled with depression and ribbons. You wondered when your parents will actually find out. But, it probably wasn’t soon..

As you finally released from the shows for now, you had time to take a walk. Your new shoes stepping against the dirty floor. You heard loud music, it was loud and…Distorted..? It had a guitar, bass, drums, and fast words. Nothing you’ve heard before. Your curiosity got the best of you, as you followed the song. It headed into an ally, you peaked your head over a corner, where a man was, he looked the same age as you. He had pale skin, a band shirt, black pants with many belt, fingerless leather gloves, clunky boots, spiky cuffs, and messy hair stood, leaning against the brick wall. Their foot on a beat-box.