This story is about a girl that is depressed till she meet Brian and he starts her on her music career. For awhile, that is. Till fame goes to her head. I need some suggestions on where to take this.


Chapter One

Lyndsey sat quietly in the back of the science room. She looked around room not able to believe that she was in a high school again. She still hated it. It had not changed. True, she hadn’t really gone to school in two years, but she still hated it. She figured maybe it had changed. But, no. It hadn’t. But, as she thought about it, it was better than living in the wilds of England in some castle. Her mother was a writer and her latest novel required her to go and live in some old castle in the wilds of England. This also meant cutting herself off from civilization. Lyndsey liked having a tutor, but disliked not having the things that normal teen-agers had. Lyndsey had given it two years then announced she was going to live with her dad. Her dad had been transferred to Orlando while Lyndsey, her older brother Justin and her younger brother Patrick were off in England with their mother Mrs. Matieset. So Mrs. Matieset sent them off to a world of tall, tan blondes. This was the world of the suburbs of Orlando. Lyndsey was tall (she was only 5’6"), she wasn’t tan (you don’t get a tan living in England, and she didn’t tan, she just had a spattering of freckles across her nose instead.), and she wasn’t blond. She had light brown hair that was near a more red color because of the sun. And it wasn’t long like all the other girls. It was short, just long enough to tuck behind her ears. And with the fact she had a slight Boston accent mixed with an English accent, she totally stuck out in the world of Orlando.

"And my clothes," Lyndsey mumbled to herself under the din of the classroom. Even though she had been in this country for almost two month, her own clothes had not arrived yet. Her dad would not go out and buy her new clothes till her old ones came. This meant she had to ware her bother's clothes. Today she had on her brother Justin’s old football jersey from high school and Patrick’s new Adaias pants. She looked like a total slob next to all the tight clothes the girl here wore.

Lyndsey put her chin in her hand and opened up her ears to conversations. Right away she found one that caught her interest.

"Nick is so much hotter than Justin," said a girl named Erin.

"You are sooo wrong. Nick is F-A-T," Valerie snapped.

"Um, no. At least the other guys in my group are fine."

"Brian looks like an elf."

Erin took this in before she replied, "A CUTE ELF."

Lyndsey shook her head. She knew of no guy named Brian who looked like an elf. She’d like to meet this elf boy. Lyndsey let out a sigh. Who was she kidding? Even if he looked like an elf, why would he even look at her? Lyndsey let her hand drop from her chin and let her head fall down to the desk. She was too smart for all these hicks. She wasn’t tall. She wasn’t blond. And she wasn’t an airhead.

I wish I were dead, Lyndsey thought to herself as the bell rang.


"Lyndsey! Lyndsey Alexis Matieset! Come down here!" Mr. Matieset yelled.

Lyndsey looked at herself in the mirror. Even though her father wouldn’t buy her anything new to ware to school her bought her a suit. It was a jacket to fit a woman’s body and a little skirt.

"I look like a dork," Lyndsey mumbled.


Lyndsey sighed and followed Patrick down the stairs. Her dad hurried them into a limo and they were off to the charity dinner. Justin had come home from college to go to this thing. If Lyndsey had had a choice, she would have stayed at college. She had begged her dad to let her stay home.

"Come on, Dad. It’s a Friday night. How do you know I don’t have plans?" she had asked.

"Any girl in their right mind would want to go. She might die if she didn’t. It’s a chance to meet the Backstreet Boys and ‘N Sync," her dad had simply said.

"Or Britney Spears," Patrick had added.

"I don’t know who any of those people are!" Lyndsey had yelled.

"That’s because you’re anti- social. That what Jason Bassford told me his brother Jared said about you. He was surprised I talked," Patrick had added his option once again.

"Who cares. I want to sleep," Lyndsey had mumbled.

"You’re going to have fun. You need to have some fun," her farther had said, leaving the room.

Lyndsey shot her dad an evil look and folded her arms across her chest as she sat in the back of the limo. She stuck out her bottom lip as far as it could go. She caught Justin doing the same thing as he looked at her. His curly blond hair arranged in a manor that looked like some one had just pet him like a dog. It fit him though. He still looked good. And the pout he was mimicking made him look like a puppy dog with big brown eyes. Looking at him made Lyndsey even more depressed. Justin was so good looking no matter what face he wore. Next to him, she was butt ugly.

The limo pulled up to the door. The doorman opened the door. Lights were flashing. Mr. Matieset got out and was followed by Justin and Patrick. Lyndsey wanted to stay in, but Justin grabbed her hand as he got out.

Oh, great. The whole world’s gonna see how dumb looking I am, Lyndsey thought as she go out of the car. It seemed to take them forever to reach the door and get into the party.


Brian looked around the ballroom. Everyone looked too happy for his or her own good. He glanced at his watch. He had only been there an hour. He still had three hours to go. He looked back up and spotted a gorgeous girl standing against a wall with her arms folded across her chest. She didn’t have a ball gown on. She had a suit on. She looked sad and depressed. She suddenly stalked out of the room. Brian scanned to room to see what could have upset her. He spotted Drew Matieset introducing his two blond sons to Britney Spears, the one and only. He noted on how good looking the Matieset men were. Brian remembered the first time he had met Drew Matieset.

"These are my kids. They’re in England with their mother. They’ll be coming home sometime soon I hope," Drew had said near the end of their meeting. A.J. was looking at the table of pictures that Drew had in his office. Brian and the other guys were over there looking at them when Drew had said that. "That’s my oldest Justin."

Brian looked at the one he was pointing at. It was a curly haired, blond, brown-eyed boy looking back at him with a terrific smile. He reminded Brian of Justin Timberlake of ‘N Sync except this Justin’s hair looked natural blond.

"That’s my youngest Patrick," Drew said pointing at a clone of Justin. Brian moved on to the beautiful girl next to Patrick.

"Who is this?" Brian asked, picking up the picture.

"That’s my little girl, Lyndsey."

Brian looked at the picture. This was no little girl. This was a beautiful woman. She had the most gorgeous eyes. They were the deepest blue that Brian had ever seen. She had the same smile that Justin and Patrick had. She had the perfect face to go with it.

Howie looked over Brian shoulder as he studied the picture. "Drew, that’s no little girl. That’s a goddess if I ever saw one. You should get her into show biz and let the world see her."

"Thank you, Howie. She only seventeen."

That had been a year ago. Lyndsey Matieset would be eighteen now. Brian wondered where she could be. Maybe-

"Earth to B-Rock! Come in B-Rock!" Nick called waving his hand in front of Brian’s face.


"This is a party! Not mediation feast! Enjoy yourself! Get out there and pick up some girls!" Nick encouraged, pushing Brian.

"Okay," Brian said and walked out into the crowd. However, he was in an anti-social mood. He just wanted to curl up and sleep. He made his way away from Nick and out of the ballroom. He walked down to the second plaza and there he spotted a girl standing on the ledge with her arms out. This was a twenty-story building and they were on the top. He slowly walked up to her. He softly spoke to her, but she didn’t seem to hear her. He then walked up and put his strong arms around her waist. She seemed to be taken out of her trance. She turned her head and looked down at him. He looked into her eyes that were light by the light out there. They were dark blue. The darkest blue that Brian had ever seen. This was Lyndsey Matieset.

"Please, don’t jump. Come down and we’ll talk about it," Brian pleaded.

All of a sudden tears sprang into those dark blue eyes and she fell down into Brian’s arms. Brian lowered himself down on to the ground. She was trembling and sobbing heavily. Brian hugged her tighter.

"It’s alright. It’s alright," he said softly over and over. Seeing her like this brought tears to his eyes. Slowly she stopped crying. She wrapped her arms around Brian’s neck and buried her face in his shoulder. Brian then ventured to ask, "Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?"

He watched her for awhile. He really didn’t know what to do in these kinds of situations. He had a feeling he should find out why a gorgeous girl like this would want to end her life.

"My life has no purpose. No one cares if I’m here or not. Pointless. No one at school cares. They don’t even notice me. They look down on me," she began to cry again. Not as hard, tears just began coming down again.

Brian hugged her. "God wouldn’t have put you on this world if you didn’t have a purpose. We were all put here for a reason. My purpose is to entertain people. To make people happy," he said softly. "I’m sure your dad and brothers would miss you. They would be very sad if you were dead. He’s very proud of his only girl."

"How’s you know?" Lyndsey asked him, looking at him though those tear filled eyes. They looked like they wanted that to be true. Brian melted.

"Because, I work with him. He showed me your picture. He was beaming with pride."

Lyndsey had a small smile grow across her face. She then looked back up at him. "What’s your name?"


"Well, you are an angle sent from heaven, Brian. Lyndsey, if you didn’t know that already," she added, with a small smile.

Chapter Two

Brian pulled his blue Toyoda four runner into the Matieset driveway. Lyndsey had fallen asleep in his arms that night when he had found her ready to end her life. He had brought her in to her dad. Nick however had pulled him away before he could explain anything. It had been a week since that. Brian decided that Lyndsey would tell her dad if there were anything wrong still. Yet, Brian had to see for himself.

"Hello, Brian!" Drew called as he came out of his house as Brian got out of his car. "What brings you over here?"

"I wanted to talk to Lyndsey. We never finished talking last time I saw her. Is she home?" Brian asked, walking up to Drew.

"She’s in her room. Justin is in the basement. I don’t know where Patrick went. But your not looking for them. Lyndsey’s in here room. What did you exactly tell her? She seems to have cheered up? Don’t answer that, I’m in a hurry. I’ll be back soon," Drew said rather quickly and hopped into his Lexis.

Brian walked into the house. He stood in the foyer and looked around. He could hear music coming from upstairs. He climbed the stairs. He followed the sound of the music till he found the room. As he opened the door he saw Lyndsey spiraled across the bed. There was a beautiful voice singing along to the Backstreet song that was playing.

Life goes on as it never ends

Eyes of stone observe the trends

The y never say forever gaze

Guilty roads of endless love

There’s no control

Are you with me now?

Your wish will be done

They tell me

Show me the meaning of being lonely

Is this the feeling I need to walk with?

They tell me I can’t be there where you are

There’s something missing in my heart

(Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely- BSB)

Lyndsey sung the chorus one more time and Brian decided to join in to show her that he was there. When he started singing, she stopped and turned around.

They tell me I can’t be there where you are

There’s something missing in my heart.

"Where’d you come from?" Lyndsey asked.

"Outside. Where’d you learn to sing like that?’ Brian asked.

"No where. I’ve always sounded like that."

"Wow. So how are you feeling?" Brian asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Okay. It made sense what you said. So I stopped feeling sorry for myself."

"That’s good. I hope you will look into using that voice for something. It’s about time someone kicked Britney out."

"Me? Kick out her? Miss Perfect?" Lyndsey asked sarcastically.

"You look so much better than her. And even better, you sound better," Brian said, poking her in the side. She giggled and rolled over. "You look so much better when you smile."

Lyndsey blushed.

"Would you like to go into the music biz? That is if singing makes you happy."

Lyndsey looked at the picture on the wall. She then looked back at Brian, then the picture. Brian looked at the picture. It was a picture of her family. When Brian looked back at her she was looking right at him.

"Where do we start?" she asked.


"You ready?" the guy in the booth named Al asked.


"Take one of ‘Motorcycle Drive By.’"

Lyndsey closed her eyes as the music started. She loved this song by Third Eye Blind. She was happy it would be her first single.

Summer time and the wind is blowing

Outside of lower Chelsea

And I don’t know what I’m doing in this city

The sun is always in my eyes

It crashes through the windows

And I’m asleep on the couch

When I came to visit you

That’s when I know

I could not have you

I knew before you did

Still I’m the one who’s stupid.

And there’s this burning

Like there’s always been

I’ve never been so alone

And I’ve never been so alive

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by

Cigarette ash flies in your eyes

And you don’t mind

And you smile

And you say that the world does not fit with you

I don’t believe you

You’re so serene

Careening through the universe

You axis at a tilt

Guiltless and free

I hope you take a piece of me with you

And there’s things I’d like to do that

You don’t believe in

I would like to build something

You know that’s never going to happen

And there’s this burning

Like there’s always been

I’ve never been so alone

And I’ve never been so alive

And there’s this burring (ah, ah.)

There’s this burning Yeah, Yeah

Where’s the soul

I want to know

New York City is evil

The surface I everything

But I could never do that

Someone would see though that

And this will be the last time

We’ll be friends again

I’ll get over you and you’ll


Who I am

And there’s this burning

Like there’s always been

I’ve never been so alone

And I’ve never been so alive

So alive

I go home to the coast

It starts to rain

I paddle out on the water


Taste the salt and taste the pain

I’m not thing of you again

Summer dies and swells rise

The sun goes down in my eyes

See this rolling wave

Darkly coming to take me


I’ve never been so alone

I’ve never been so alive

(Motorcycle Drive By- Third Eye Blind)


More to come...