So one of my best friends and I (I’m the one singing) performed Paramore’s “The Only Exception” at a school thing today and I wanted to share the video with you guys. This was my first time singing in front of people so I was really nervous but hopefully you can’t tell. I’m not gonna ramble too much but anyways I hope y’all enjoy!
Hey guys!! Since it’s almost 1:58 am on July 9th.. This calls for a quick cover of “Last Kiss” by Taylor Swift. This was recorded with my laptop so the quality isn’t the best, but I hope you enjoy it anyways!!
This is an *exclusive* cover that’s only posted here on my blog.. So thank you all so much for following me!!
(also please excuse the 5 seconds of awkwardness at the end omg.. my screen shut off and i had to reenter my password)
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam (mentioned), Ellen & Jo Harvelle
Warnings: Language, implied smut, making out (?)
Summary: Y/N is a local artist with standing gigs at a coffee shop and a bar in a small town in North Carolina. She’s run from some things at home, but life has finally fallen into place in Asheville. Music is her life and her only worry in life, until she meets a pair of hypnotizing green eyes.
Author’s note: This is my very first fic, the very first part of my very first series! I’m so excited/nervous to share this. I’m so new to this, but thank you so so much to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for taking the time to beta for me. Each part of the series will be song based, so get ready for future angst and fluff!!!
Song used is Alone Together by Fall Out Boy. Lyrics italicized.
You huffed as you stood over the mass of wires and cables that covered the makeshift stage you performed on. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and baked pastries tickled your nose. You took a step back and scrutinized your setup that was surrounded by a mass of metal chairs and dining tables. This was the same situation you found yourself in every Thursday at six o’clock in the evening at none other than Harvelle’s coffee shop. You just finished setting up all of your gear, including your speakers, your mic, and your scuffed acoustic Taylor guitar. This was life. This was all you’ve known and loved; strumming your guitar and crooning to the chords you played by heart. No boyfriend anymore, lived away from family, moved to an obscure, decent sized town. Too small to attract many strangers, but too big to really know everyone who lived in the area. It had been about a year since you drove away and found your new home, Asheville, North Carolina.